"I'm sorry. You'd be wiser if you did."
It was some moments before Marcia answered the summons and when at last she came, it was with downcast eyes and evident reluctance.
"You sent for me?" she said, halting stiffly at the foot of the bed.
"Won't you please sit down?" Heath replied.
"I've only a few moments. I'd rather stand."
"But I cannot say what I wish to say while you flutter there as if poised for flight," urged the man, annoyance discernible in his husky voice.
Unwillingly Marcia slipped into the chair beside him.
"That's better," he said, smiling. "Now tell me exactly what happened down stairs."
"Didn't Sylvia tell you?"