Dr. Sydney gave the boy a slight push.
"Go along with you," he growled. "Mr. Durand is sick—he may not live till morning. Go tell your employer not to bother us at such a time with messages."
The boy hurried away, as if frightened at the close proximity of death to the locality.
"I shall call again this evening," Dr. Sydney added, as he went slowly down the stairs; and then he muttered to himself: "A serious case, a serious case."
[CHAPTER XXII.]
DEAD IN HER BED.
S the door closed upon Percy after that tragic interview, Dolores stood and listened to his departing footsteps, until the last echo died away.