Meadows home and then attended to the matter of his car, went back to the Timperley residence to inform Elsie of what had happened. She and her mother were both still in the drawing room and they listened in silence to all Peter had to say. “It’s all so crazy,” he finished, pacing up and down in his gleaming mackintosh. “I don’t want to believe it, and yet I have to. There’s only one way to settle it, Elsie: let Dr. Meadows examine you.” “And make certain of my fate?” Elsie glanced up in the firelight and shook her head. “No, Peter. That I will never do. I intend to cling to the one thought that Singh is wrong and that I will go on living, through the years. You and I, as it should have been had not George butted in and upset things.” She got to her feet and moved to where Peter was standing. Her hand rested lightly on his. “Then we go ahead and marry—as planned?”
