"He that calleth his brother a fool——" mused the Major. He was still turning the mauve hat in his hands. "It is queer," he said unexpectedly, "how some women make you think of some flowers. Did you notice everything Miss MacVeigh wore was lilac—and there's the perfume of it about her things——"
"Becky's a rose," said Randy, "from her own garden. She's as fresh and sweet," his voice caught. "Oh, hang Dalton," he said, "I hate the whole tribe of them——"
Kemp came back to say that Oscar Waterman would be down at once. He insisted that Miss MacVeigh should be brought up to Hamilton Hill.
"He must talk with the doctor."
"He is bringing a doctor of his own. One who came down for Mrs. Waterman."
Randy picked up his hat. "I'm going home. The same house won't hold us——"
Kemp was discreet. "Can I help you with your car, sir?"
"I'll come over later and look at it." Randy, escaping by the back way, walked over the hills.
The Major stayed, and was in the sitting-room with the county doctor when the others arrived.