"Tried to kill herself!"
"I'm afraid I have no time to tell you the story. Mérat will be able to tell it to you better than I. I must get away by the next train. There is no danger; she will recover."
"You say she will recover?" and Owen drew his hands across his eyes.
"I'm afraid I can hardly understand."
"But if you will just take a cab and go up to Ayrdale Mansions, you will find Mérat, who will tell you everything."
"Yes, yes. You are sure she will recover?"
"Quite."
"But you—you are going away?"
"I have to, unless I give up my appointment. Of course, I should like to stay behind; but there is no danger, absolutely none, only an overdose of chloral."
"She suffered a great deal from sleeplessness. Perhaps it was an accident."
Ulick did not answer, and the elder man drove in one direction and the younger in another.