“Shall I go for one, sir?” said the housekeeper.
“No. How is she now?” said Leigh anxiously.
“Just the same, sir,” said the woman, stifling her sobs.
“I’ll come in a moment or two. Go back; there is nothing to fear now.”
A burst of hysterical sobbing came from the front door, where Becky was crouching down, with her face buried in her hands.
“Take her with you,” said Leigh hastily; and he stood before Garstang while Becky walked into the library, shivering with dread.
“Here, you hold up, what’s your name,” cried Claud. “You behaved like a trump. It’s all right; he can’t hurt you now.”
“No,” said Leigh, in a harsh whisper, as the two women passed in and the door swung to; “nor anyone else. Look.”
“Eh?” said Claud wonderingly. “What at?”
“Don’t you see?” said Leigh, bending down and turning Garstang’s head a little on one side.