I had prepared a stern lecture for Pete while I was shaving next
morning, but I was destined not to give it. While I was yet in my
room Mrs. Searle called me from below stairs.
"You're wanted over to the Bend, doctor, for Mr. Lessing."
I finished my dressing quickly and went downstairs. Coffee was on
the table. Mrs. Searle sniffed as she set a cup before me.
"You'd best take something to eat before you start, doctor. It's a
two'n-a-half-mile drive.
"Who is this Mr. Lessing? Did they say what it was for?"