When the doctor came, he shook his head. "We'd better keep her here. She is in no condition to be moved to Hamilton Hill, not over these roads. Can you make room for her, Mrs. Flippin?"
"She can have my room," said Mary; "Fiddle and I can go up-stairs——"
They moved Madge, and Mrs. Flippin and Mary got her to bed. The Major sat in the sitting-room and talked to Randy, and as he talked he held Madge's hat in his hand. It had a brim of straw and a crown of mauve silk. The Major, turning it round and round on a meditative finger, thought of the woman who had worn it. She was a pretty woman, a very oddly pretty woman.
"Is she related to Mrs. Waterman, Kemp?" he asked.
"No, sir. But she's been there all summer. And then she went away, and they sent for her because Mrs. Waterman is ill."
Randy rather indiscreetly flung out, "It seems as if the trail of that Waterman crowd is over our world. I suppose we shall have to get the news of this up to them somehow."
"I can telephone Mr. Dalton, sir."
"Is Dalton still there?"
"Yes, sir. And he had a headache this morning, and stayed in bed, or he would have been in the car, sir——"