Bryce was quick to see that scowl--and to observe the sudden start which Mary could not repress--and he was just as quick to speak.
"I was going to your house, Dr.Ransford," he remarked quietly.

"I don't want to force my presence on you, now or at any time--but I think you'd better give me a few minutes." They were at Ransford's garden gate by that time, and Ransford flung it open and motioned Bryce to follow.

He led the way into the dining-room, closed the door on the three, and looked at Bryce.

Bryce took the glance as a question, and put another, in words.
"You've heard of what's happened during the day ?" he said.
"About Collishaw--yes," answered Ransford.

"Miss Bewery has just told me--what her brother told her.