"I told you that cold iron——"
"Cold iron saved me." He told her of the iron hoop on the ground outside the forge. "You saved me last night."
She disengaged her hand gently.
"I saved you last night—since you say so. But in future——"
Someone was coming up the stairs. Maynard met her eyes with a long look.
"I have no fear," he said. "I have found something better than cold iron."
The door opened and the doctor came in. He glanced at Maynard's face and touched his pulse.
"The case is yours, Lady Dorothy!" he said with a little bow.