“Jimmy!” he called again. “What’s up. What’s the matter?”
There was no immediate reply, but in the deep silence Dion heard hurrying steps, and then:
“Mr. Leith!”
“Hallo!”
“Mr. Leith—it is you, is it?”
“Yes. What on earth’s the matter?”
“Stop a sec! I——”
The feet were pounding upward. Almost directly, in pyjamas and the slippers, which somehow still remained with him, Jimmy stood by Dion in the dark, breathing hard.
“Jimmy, what’s the matter? What has happened?”
“I say, why are you here?”