Donald’s surprise and confusion were painfully evident. “I—I—don’t understand why she should have wired. I didn’t even know he was sick, myself.”
“She must have known it,” replied Hall, a trifle uneasily. “I went to the hospital at once. They told me he had been dead several days.”
“Strange,” muttered Donald. “I can’t see why she should have wired.”
“Perhaps Mrs. Rogers asked her to do so. She didn’t know me, herself, you know.”
“You went to the hospital, you say?”
“Yes. He had been buried by that time, poor chap. I had a talk with the nurse who attended him.”
“Did he suffer much?”
“No, not physically, that is. They told me he worried terribly over his illness. Died raving about some woman.”
“Some woman? That’s strange.”