So it ended as might be expected. Philip wired to Grange House, Scarsdale, to announce his coming. Accompanied by his valet, he left King's Cross at twelve o'clock, but his parting words to Evelyn were: "See Mr. Abingdon after luncheon, dear, and tell him what I am doing. I will return to-morrow; meanwhile, I will keep you informed by telegraph of my movements." After leaving the main line at York there was a tiresome crawl to the coast, broken by changes at junctions--wearying intervals spent in pacing monotonous platforms. At last the train reached Scarsdale at twenty minutes to seven. A few passengers alighted. The place was evidently a small village not given over to the incursions of summer visitors. A tall man, with "doctor" writ large on his silk hat and frock coat, approached Philip. "Mr. Anson?" "Yes." "I am Dr. Williams. I have brought you a letter from Lady Morland. Perhaps you will read it now. I expect it explains my errand." "Sir Philip is still living?" "Yes, but sinking fast." Anson tore open the note. It was brief. "Thank you for your prompt kindness. Dr. Williams will drive you to the house. If you have brought a servant he might take your luggage to the Fox and Hounds Inn, where Dr. Williams has secured rooms for you. I regret exceedingly we have no accommodation here, but, in any event, you will be more comfortable at the inn." He looked at the doctor. In a vague way, his voice recalled accents he seemed to recognize. "Is there a telegraph office here?" "Yes. We pass it. It closes at eight." "I will not be back from the Grange House before then?" "Hardly. It is a half-hour's drive." "Thank you. You will stop a moment at the telegraph office?" The doctor hesitated. "There is so little time. Is it of great importance? Of course----" "Oh, I know what to do. Green--take my traps to the Fox and Hounds Inn. Then go to the telegraph office and send a message in my name to Miss Atherley, saying: 'Arrived. Sir Philip worse.' That is all." Anson's valet saluted and left them. Dr. Williams said cheerfully: "That disposes of a difficulty. Are you ready, Mr. Anson?" They entered a ramshackle dogcart, for which the doctor apologized. "These hills knock one's conveyances to pieces. I am having a new cart built, but it will be done for in a couple of years. Out in all weathers, you see. To carry you I had to leave my man at home." The doctor himself seemed to be young and smart-looking. Evidently Scarsdale agreed with him, if not with his vehicles. The horse, too, was a good one, and they moved through a scattered village at a quick trot. They met a number of people, but Dr. Williams was talking so eagerly to his companion that he did not nod to any of them.