shall write and tell her next time she sends me an address. At present
I have no idea in which quarter of the globe my dear niece is to be
found. Last time I heard of her she seemed in a fair way towards
marrying a little Jap and settling in Japan. Not a bad idea, my dear
Dal, is it? Though, if Japan is at all like the paper screens, I don't
know where in that Liliputian country they will find a house, or a
husband, or a what-do-you-call-'em thing they ride in, solid enough for
our good Jane!' With intuitive tact of a very high order, I omitted
this entire passage about marrying the Jap. When your aunt's letter was
finished, he asked point blank whether there was one from you. I said
No, but that it was unlikely the news had reached you, and I felt sure
you would write when it did. So I hope you will, dear; and Nurse
Rosemary Gray will have instructions to read all his letters to him."

"Oh, Deryck," said Jane brokenly, "I can't bear it! I must go to him!"

The telephone bell on the doctor's table whirred sharply. He went over
and took up the receiver.

"Hullo! ... Yes, it is Dr. Brand.... Who is speaking? ... Oh, is
it you, Matron?"--Jane felt quite sorry the matron could not see the
doctor's charming smile into the telephone.--"Yes? What name did you
say? ... Undoubtedly. This morning; quite definitely. A most
important case. She is to call and see me to-night ... What? ...
Mistake on register? Ah, I see ... Gone where? ... Where? ...
Spell it, please ... Australia! Oh, quite out of reach! ... Yes, I
heard he was ordered there ... Never mind, Matron. You are in no way
to blame ... Thanks, I think not. I have some one in view ... Yes....
Yes.... No doubt she might do ... I will let you know if I
should require her ... Good-bye, Matron, and thank you."

The doctor hung up the receiver. Then he turned to Jane; a slow,
half-doubtful smile gathering on his lips.

"Jeanette," he said, "I do not believe in chance. But I do believe in a
Higher Control, which makes and unmakes our plans. You shall go."

CHAPTER XVI

THE DOCTOR FINDS A WAY

"And now as to ways and means," said the doctor, when Jane felt better.
"You must leave by the night mail from Euston, the day after to-morrow.
Can you be ready?"

"I am ready," said Jane.

"You must go as Nurse Rosemary Gray."

"I don't like that," Jane interposed. "I should prefer a fictitious
name. Suppose the real Rosemary Gray turned up, or some one who knows
her."