"Do you happen
to know what became of her?"
Natalie stirred on her pillows.
"I should think I do. She fainted, or pretended to faint. The
servants looked after her."
"Has she gone?"
"I hope so. It is almost noon. Oh, by the way," she called, as
he moved off, "there is a message for you. A woman named Gould,
from the Central Hospital. She wants to see you at once. They
have kept the telephone ringing all the morning."
Clare Gould! That was odd. He had seen her taken out, a bruised
and moaning creature, her masses of fair hair over her shoulders,
her eyes shut. The surgeons had said she was not badly hurt. She
might be worse than they thought. The mention of her name brought
Audrey before him. He hoped, wherever she was, she would know that
he was all right.
As soon as he had changed he called the hospital. The message came
back promptly and clearly.
"We have a woman named Gould here. She is not badly hurt, but she
is hysterical. She wants to see you, but if you can't come at once
I am to give you a message.
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