She simply couldn’t imagine any “gentleman” ringing her at this hour, and in such a spot, and she certainly never thought of the man who had been her patient only a few weeks ago at Aston House. For one thing, he was in Scotland, and he had no idea where she was. The nursing-home wouldn’t be likely to pass on such information to a casual male caller.But when she reached the instrument in the hall and picked up the receiver her heart gave a tremendous bound when she recognized his voice.“Is that you, Linnet?” he asked.“But—” she began.“Listen,” he cut her short. “I’ve been trying to establish contact with you for hours, or so it seems. Aston House declined to let me know where you were, but you gave me your home address when I saw you last, and I rang there. Your mother—and I think it was your mother—astounded me by telling me you were in Hertfordshire! Apparently you’re looking after Diana Carey, and you’re not more than a couple of miles away from my own home!
