"I don't know. I think you'd better tell Quinn to bring around the car and go for Dr. Ogilvy yourself." It was a swift rush to Dartford through the night; bareheaded he bent forward beside the chauffeur, teeth set, every nerve tense and straining as though his very will power was driving the machine forward. Then there came a maddening slowing down through Dartford streets, a nerve-racking delay until Sam Ogilvy's giant brother had stowed away himself and his satchel in the tonneau; then slow speed to the town limits; a swift hurling forward into space that whirled blackly around them as the great acetylenes split the darkness and chaos roared in their ears. Under the lighted windows the big doctor scrambled out and stamped upstairs; and Neville waited on the landing. His father appeared below, looking up at him, and started to say something; but apparently changed his mind and went back into the living room, rattling his evening paper and coughing. Cameron passed through the hallway, looked at him, but let him alone. After a while the door opened and Lily came out. "I'm not needed," she said; "your mother and Stephanie have taken charge." "Is she going to be very ill?" "Billy Ogilvy hasn't said anything yet." "Is she conscious?" "Yes, she is now." "Has she said anything more?" "No." Lily stood silent a moment, gazing absently down at the lighted hall below, then she looked at her brother as though she, too, were about to speak, but, like her father, she reconsidered the impulse, and went away toward the nursery. Later his mother opened the door very softly, let herself and Stephanie out, and stood looking at him, one finger across her lips, while Stephanie hurried away downstairs. "She's asleep, Louis. Don't raise your voice--" as he stepped quickly toward her. "Is it anything serious?" he asked in a low voice. "I don't know what Dr. Ogilvy thinks. He is coming out in a moment...." She placed one hand on her son's shoulder, reddening a trifle. "I've told William Ogilvy that she is a friend of--the family. He may have heard Sam talking about her when he was here last. So I thought it safer." Neville brought a chair for his mother, but she shook her head, cautioning silence, and went noiselessly downstairs. [Illustration: "'Well, Louis, what do you know about this?'"] Half an hour later Dr. Ogilvy emerged, saw Neville--walked up and inspected him, curiously. "Well, Louis, what do you know about this?" he asked, buttoning his big thick rain-coat to the throat. "Absolutely nothing, Billy, except that Miss West, who is a guest of the Countess d'Enver at Estwich, lost her way in the woods. How is she now?" "All right," said the doctor, dryly. "Is she conscious?" "Perfectly." "Awake?" "Yes. She won't be--long." "Did she talk to you?" "A little." "What _is_ the matter?"