“My——A gentleman who looks after me has been hurt and I am going to him,” responded Nancy, hesitatingly. “They have telegraphed for me.”
It seemed as though the Senator’s face paled. “You don’t mean to say he sent word to you?” he demanded.
“Oh, no! not Mr. Gordon.”
The Senator’s face became suddenly animated again. He smote one hand heavily upon the chair back.
“Not my old friend, Henry Gordon—a lawyer?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I saw he was hurt. Why! I myself am going to Cincinnati for the special purpose of seeing if he really is seriously ill!”
“Indeed, sir?”
“Quite so,” declared the Senator. “And he sent for you? I didn’t know he had a relative living, my dear.”