"What! Vera? Where are you? I want to see you. I must see you at
once!"
My love was in dire distress. I could hear emotion in her voice. My
heart beat quickly in my eagerness.
"Oh, come to me--do come to me!" she was saying hurriedly in a low tone,
as though fearful of some one overhearing her. "I'm in such trouble,
and you alone can help me. Tell me when you will come. Tell me
quickly. At any moment someone may catch me talking on the telephone."
"Where are you? Give me your address, quickly," I answered, feverishly.
I was madly anxious to meet her again.
"We are in London--but we go to Brighton--to-day--this afternoon--"
"Your address in London, quick."
"Twenty-six Upper--"
There was a sudden clatter. The receiver had been put back. Some one
had interrupted her.