CHAPTER 17Colonel Primrose got to his feet.
“My advice to you, my dear,” he said gently, “is to go home and try to forget it. And don’t worry.”
Jerry reached for her jacket.
“I’m not worrying, about myself,” she said. “It’s just that everything I tried to keep from happening is so horribly much worse, now.”
“Not if we can prevent it,” he said quietly. He helped her on with her jacket. She went quickly out into the hall and opened the door. Colonel Primrose picked up my coat. I heard Jerry go quickly down the steps and open my car door.
“I think perhaps we may be able to get somewhere with Mr. Philander Doyle, now,” Colonel Primrose remarked. “Unless of course Buck has decided he’s a blackguard and takes matters in his own hands.”
I looked about in a perfectly involuntary movement.
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