“That would mean a pitched battle. Can’t have that.”
“Oh, well, you go to bed and sleep,” Vicky said imperatively. “We can decide later about how you’re going to reach Carson.”
Hugh nodded. “You’ll have me wakened if any word comes about Scot?”
“Of course.”
Within a few minutes both men, and Dutch, too, were sound asleep. It was late in the afternoon when Mrs. Budd knocked on Hugh’s door to awaken him.
He found Vicky waiting for him in the sitting room.
“You look better,” she said.
“I feel a hundred years younger,” he answered. “Any news about Scot?”
“No.”
“I’ll leave to-night. Can’t stay away any longer.”