“Then obey me. Your conduct is suicidal, and I feel as if I were assisting at a murder. You had better sleep here to-night.”
Saul turned upon him with so fierce a gesture that the doctor gave way.
“Very well; I will see you to your apartments in town. Good-night, Hampton. No fresh clue, I suppose?”
The lawyer shook his head as he walked down towards the gate with them.
“None whatever. It is a very mysterious affair; and I feel now as if we ought to place the matter in the hands of the police.”
“Feel giddy, Mr Saul?” said the doctor, for his companion had suddenly struck against his arm.
“I beg pardon, no; I nearly fell. The worst of these country places. I trod on a slug or toad, and only having one arm at liberty, I—”
“Committed murder—involuntarily, of course,” said the doctor with a chucks. “Well, things that are in one’s way should get out of one’s way.”
Saul made no reply, but he breathed hard, went silently down the station road, and then to himself:
“Or be put out of one’s way,” and he started again as if fearful that his words had been heard.