Doyle. You understand
me, don't you? Everything is all right. I am going now to get
your people."
"My husband?"
"Your own people," he said. "I have already telephoned to your
brother. And the leg's fixed. Everything's as right as rain."
Elinor closed her eyes. She felt no pain and no curiosity. Only
there was something she had to do, and do quickly. What was it?
But she could not remember, because she felt very sleepy and
relaxed, and as though everything was indeed as right as rain.
It was evening when she looked up again, and the room was dark.
The doctor had gone, and the grave young man was still in the
room. There was another figure there, tall and straight, and
at first she thought it was Jim Doyle.
"Jim!" she said. And then: "You must go away, Jim. I warn you.
I am going to tell all I know."
But the figure turned, and it was Howard Cardew, a tense and
strained Howard Cardew, who loomed amazingly tall and angry,
but not with her.
"I'm sorry, Nellie dear," he said, bending over her. "If we'd
only known--can you talk now?"
Her mind was suddenly very clear.
"I must. There is very little time."
"I want to tell you something first, Nellie.
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