He was talking more or less at random, to give Ronny time to recover himself. The other moved restlessly.
"I wish that doctor would come. I want to know—"
"Know what?"
"What he—died of."
Jimmy pursed up his lips.
"Heart?" he hazarded.
Ronny gave a short, scornful laugh.
"I say, Ronny," said Jimmy.
"Well?"
Jimmy found a difficulty in going on.