"That is important—if the stuff is anything like your letters to me…. Have you thought of attaching your name to this beginning?"
"Not more than A.B."
* * * * *
"Is everything bright down yonder?" Cairns asked after a moment.
"Bright past any idea you can have. Framtree is doing greatly—indispensable—and loves the life. Miss Mallory still unfolds. She's a Caribbean of buried treasure——"
"And they?" Cairns asked.
"Are friends."
…Vina met them in her studio. The three stood for a moment in silence among the panels. It was not yet four in the afternoon, but the dusk was thickening…. Vina put on her hat.
"I've just received word from Mary McCullom," she said. "She's in Union Hospital—I don't know—but I must hurry. The word said that Mary McCullom wanted me—nothing more. That was her maiden-name. I knew her so. Her husband died recently, but I didn't hear in time to find her. She must have left New York for a time. They were so happy…. I'm afraid——"
David went to her.