‘It will greatly relieve me if you will. And every expense, you know doctor—’
‘Yes, yes. We need not mention that at present. When you have strength to write down the names and addresses, I will make my arrangements.’
‘And what about the gentleman who called twice to see Mrs Walcheren to-day?’ inquired the landlord. ‘Is he a relation of hers?’
‘No, curse him!’ said Frederick unthinkingly.
The doctor and the landlord glanced at one another.
‘I have his name and address on his card,’ whispered Mr Cameron significantly to his companion. ‘I fancy he will be subpœnaed. He may have seen the poor lady after she left the hotel.’
‘What are you whispering about?’ said Frederick irritably.
‘Nothing, sir. I will speak to the people of the house. I know them well, and they will see you have everything you may want.’
‘And I will communicate with you directly I return to Dover,’ added the doctor.
And so they left him to his vigil, with his hand clasping the hand of his dead wife, and his face bowed down till it was lost in the folds of her dress.