"The point was to get you to tell me, if you wouldn't help me yourself, about one of those men in the newspaper——"
"Dee went to one of them?" he broke in.
She looked up at him piteously, pleadingly. "Bobs, it was terrible. He was so—so ghastly business-like."
"What did you expect?" he returned grimly. "And now she's ill?"
"Yes."
"Fever?"
"I—I think so."
With a barked-out oath he increased his pace. Pat, striding fast to keep up said: "Bobs, dear; Dee doesn't know about it."
"About what?"