His brow clouded.
"Marylebone Road," he repeated, looking at the doctor. "Why should he be there?"
His words immediately set the doctor on the track.
"Does not Cuckoo Bright live there?" he said.
"Yes, she does."
"May he not be with her?"
Valentine had dropped the telegram. He was standing at the table, and he pressed his two fists, clenched, upon the white cloth.
"I have told him he must give Cuckoo up," he said, almost in a snarl.
The doctor glanced at him quickly.
"You have told him?"