CHAPTER XXIII
The door opened and Dr. Wells entered. They rushed at him, all speaking at once.
“How is she?” Howard asked.
“Is she alive?” Corinne quavered.
“Is she dead?” her mother demanded.
“There, there, good people; one at a time. Yes. One at a time.”
“Don’t hum and haw!” Mrs. Witherby shrieked at him.
“Is the wound fatal?” Howard asked, more definitely this time.