"No, I can't sleep."
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"You can attend to your own affairs."
Fetzer's eyes sought longingly the window at the end of the hall. If morning would only come! She guessed now what ailed her mistress, and her kind heart ached with remorse and terror. Madness—she knew what madness was!
CHAPTER XXIII
A STRANGE JOURNEY
Mayne answered Stephen's telephone call with his usual abounding cordiality. He was glad to hear Stephen's voice and he had been thinking about running up to spend the night. Yes he could come very soon—and bring Dr. Good?
"And bring Dr. Good," he repeated. "Did I understand you correctly?"
"Yes."