Colin looked imploringly at the doctor.
“It would be a great relief to my mind,” he said, “if you could definitely tell me that there was nothing I could have done to help him.”
“I am positive there was nothing. Probably he was dead when he fell. There is a question or two I should like to ask. When you rang me up, you said he had had some sort of a fit. Had he suffered from fits before?”
Colin almost smiled with pleasure at that question.
“He told me once that when he was a boy he was subject to them,” he said. “He supposed he had outgrown them.”
“I see. Of course this was not a fit, medically speaking. No sign of an epileptic seizure or anything of the kind. Sudden death: that’s all we can say at present.”
“And from what, do you conjecture?” asked Colin.
“It is quite impossible to say. That of course will have to be ascertained.”
“You can form no idea?”
“One would imagine he had some terrible shock. There was an expression in his eyes of the most abject terror.”