Philip looked questioningly at her.
“You know. The place,” said Leslie impatiently, but always keeping her voice low for her uncle’s sake, possibly too for the sake of a conversation which must not be interrupted.
“But I don’t know,” said Philip. “You mean he looks after things here when he is on leave?”
“Of course he does that,” said Leslie, again with impatience, “but what I mean is that when Uncle Harry dies, which I hope will be never, all this belongs to Cecil. But if Cecil is killed, I am the only one left.”
If Dr. Ford had come into the room at that moment he would have been seriously annoyed and probably sent her to bed and told Philip he was a fool to let the girl excite herself. But Philip was no fool. His years of schoolmastering at Southbridge had not included the psycholog
