“It’s an—it’s an—.” The voice stammered and hesitated.
“Oh, speak! Oh, speak.”
She could hear the voice gulping.
“Oh, please do speak!”
“Doda isn’t very well. Doda’s very ill. It’s an—it’s an accident.”
“I’ll come. I’ll come.”
“Is Mr. Occleve there?”
“He isn’t. He’s out.”
“Can you get him?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know. I can’t think. Oh, tell me. Tell me.”