As he and Helen together loosed Ronnie's collar and tie, she whispered: "Did—you—see?"
"This is no time for staring into mirrors," said Dr. Dick, crossly. "I saw that I need a good wash; and you, some sal-volatile! But we shall have plenty to do for Ronnie before we can find leisure to think of ourselves. Send a couple of men here; sturdy fellows whom you can trust. Order that car to the door; then bring me a pencil, a sheet of note-paper and an envelope. There is just one man in the world who can help us now, and we must have him here with as little delay as possible."
When Helen had left the room, Dick glanced furtively over his shoulder into the mirror.
The Italian chair, in the reflection, now lay broken on the floor!
"Hum!" said Dr. Dick. "Not bad, that—for an Infant! Precocious, I call it. We must have that 'cello re-christened the 'Demon of Prague'!"
CHAPTER XIII
RONNIE FACES THE UPAS
Ronnie had walked from his wife's sitting-room, along the corridor and into the studio, in a state of stunned stupefaction.