Rivington briefly considered.
"St. Paul's Cathedral, under the dome, three o'clock. Will that do?"
"Yes, I'll be there. You won't fail?"
"Not if I live," said Rivington. "Anything else?"
"No; only a million thanks! I'll explain everything when we meet."
"All right. Good-bye!"
As he hung up the receiver, a heavy frown drove the kindliness out of
his face.
"What have they been doing to the child?" he said. "It's a pretty
desperate step for a girl to take. At least it might be, it would be, if
I were any one else."
Suddenly the smile came back and drew afresh the kindly, humorous lines
about his eyes.
"She seems to remember me rather well," he murmured. "She certainly was
a jolly little kid."