CHAPTER 33Mr. Chesney Praye was a welcome visitor. He had parked his machine in the forecourt, and now, sitting before the small wooden fire, was warming his chilled hands, for the night had turned unusually cold and he had come at full speed across the windy downs.
“Br-r-r!” he said, as he held his hands before the blaze. “And this is what they call an English summer! I’ll be glad to get back to India.”
“Do you think of going?”
“I may. Everything depends——”
“You were lucky to find me in,” said the doctor, putting glasses on the table.
“Why?” asked the other, in surprise. “I thought you wouldn’t leave this abode of peace, at any rate not now.”
Briefly the doctor related the cause of his excursion and Chesney looked serious.
“Is there any likelihood of Dorn coming back?” he asked.
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