“But what’s happened? Tell me that first.”
“It’s Mr. Rash.”
“Yes, I know it’s Mr. Rash. But what is it? Tell me quickly, for God’s sake.”
“’E’s been ’it.”
Her utterance was as nearly as possible a cry. “But he hasn’t been killed?”
“Madam’d find ’im alive—if she ’urried.”
When Letty rose from her knees she was strong. She was calm, too, and competent. She further surprised Miss Towell by the way in which she took command.
“I must hurry. They want me at once. Would you mind helping me to dress?”