Chapter Two.
A Strange Case.
Two gloveless hands caught Dr Chester’s as he entered his consulting-room, and a strange thrill ran through him as a beautiful face, wild-eyed and agitated, was thrust close to his.
“Dr Chester? Oh, at last! Come—quickly! before it is too late.”
“Pray be calm,” he said, motioning his visitor to a seat, but she threw back her head.
“Come!” she cried imperiously. “The brougham is at the door. Quick! He is dying.”
“Pray explain yourself, madam,” said the doctor.
“Oh, how can you be so cold-blooded? Man, I tell you that Robert is dying. He must not—he shall not die. Come—come!”
“But, my dear madam!”
“I’ll explain everything as we go,” cried the visitor, passionately, as she drew him towards the door. “A terrible accident. Come and save his life.”