I am alone.

What time?
...

Very well; I shall expect you.

Good-bye." She hung up the receiver and turned to Mortimer: "He's coming up at once.

Did I say anything to scare him particularly ?" "One thing's sure as preaching," said Mortimer; "he's a coward, and I'm dammed glad of it," he added naively, relighting his cigar, which had gone out.
"If he comes up in his motor he'll be here in a few minutes," she said.
"Suppose you take your hat and go out.