Major Stroud took them to the door, after writing down their telephone number on a pad that the methodical Chip had hanging over his desk.
“You’ll tell him, when he comes to, how sorry we are, and how … how anxious?”
But the Major shook his head at her.
“I’ll leave that to you,” he said as they parted. “He’ll get the devil of a talking to from me—careless beggar.”
They gave the news to the waiting Mills, and drove home with little talk. When Judy reached the door of her room, she kissed Noel good night.
“I’m glad we decided not to tell any one,” she whispered. “Mother would look him up in Who’s Who. It would be horrible.”
“What about Claire?”
“Oh, we can tell her, of course.”