truthfully all the information which, as Mr. Saffron's medical attendant,
I am entitled to ask."

"I'll tell you all I know about him, and about myself, too."

"Your affairs and--er--position matter to me only so far as they bear on
Mr. Saffron."

"So be it. Only come quickly; and bring some of your things that may help
a man with a bad heart."

Mary left him, went to her surgery, and was quickly back with her bag.
"I'll get out the car."

"It'll take a little longer, I know, but do you mind if we walk? Cars
always alarm him. He thinks that they come to take him away. Every car
that passes vexes him; he looks to see if it will stop. And when yours
does--" He ended with a shrug.

For the first time Mary's feelings took on a keen edge of pity. Poor old
gentleman! Fancy his living like that! And cars, military cars, too, had
been so common on the road across the heath.

"I understand. Let us go at once. You walked yourself, I suppose?"

"Ran," said Beaumaroy, and, with the first sign of a smile, wiped the
sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

"I'm ready, Mr. Beaumaroy," said Doctor Mary.