She turned and went into the building.
As Dr. Osterhout had no car, Scott and Dee drove him back to his place.
"Who was your friend in the service car, Dee?" asked the physician.
"His name is Wollaston."
Cary Scott gave a start. "Wollaston! You know, I thought I caught a glimpse—— Then I supposed that my eyes had gone wrong in the sudden light. He was in working clothes, wasn't he?"
"Yes. He was the electrician from the plant."
"Stanley Wollaston? Electrician? It can't be the same."
"It is. He recognised you and said that he used to know you."
"Know me! Good God! I should say so! We were in hospital together for weeks in the war. Afterwards I visited him at their place in Hertfordshire. He was a poet and a dreamer then. I remember now. I heard that his branch of the family went broke."