“I have telegraphed for our greatest specialist.”
“Ah!”
“And to the poor fellow’s father at Cannes. A terrible business, Frayne—a terrible business!”
“Yes; but he must not die—he must not die!”
Mr Draycott was silent for a few minutes. There was much he wanted to say, but the words seemed loth to come.
“We must be prepared for the worst, Frayne,” he said at last. “This is a dreadful shock.”
“Yes—yes!” groaned Richard.
“And I have something very hard to say to you.”
“You cannot say anything, sir, that will make me feel worse than I do.”
Mr Draycott shook his head.