"The Inspector and the police are in the house, and the doctor is to follow."
"Two doctors will be here," corrected Elspeth, struck with a sudden thought. "I sent a telegram from the station to Dr. James Browne, who is a friend of Mr. Herries."
"You'll get into trouble with the police," Pope warned her.
"What do I care for the police, so long as Mr. Herries is proved innocent?" cried the girl passionately. "But if you will wait for a short time," she continued, addressing the mournful Cheap-jack, "one or the other of the doctors will come soon."
"I hope one of 'em will be in time to save my Rachel," said Kind with a sigh. "Lor, what a go it will be if I lose her. She's been the sun and the moon to yours truly for years."
Pope sniggered.
"If you're in such a hurry," he said in an unkindly tone, "ask Mr. Herries to see your wife. Mr. Gowrie told me that he is a doctor, and he's on the spot."
Elspeth's pale cheeks flamed, and she clasped her hands.
"Oh!" she cried, passionately, "do you think the police would let him go and see Mrs. Kind."
"Not much," snapped Pope and giggled. "He's got to see Old Ketch."