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George crossed over to the French window and pushed it open. He felt that he would like to be alone for a little while and collect his thoughts. As if to check them, Beard followed him. Directly he was gone, Flora rose and rang the bell.
"Bring the little girl in here," she directed the footman. "Miss Drummond, I see that your brother has already confided in you as he said he would. You also see how pressing the danger is. Dr. Beard suspects everything, his subtle mind has pieced it all together. In a day or two it would not matter so much, but Mr. Doyle must remain free for some hours to come. We must find some way of getting him to a place of safety. If you cannot think of a way, I must try a little scheme of my own."