"Let nothing be left undone, doctor," he said. "Engage any help you think may be of value to you. You know the best man in your profession. Get into communication with him at once. We must fight, man; we must fight!"
There was a ring of defiance in his voice, and even then Mary thought how different he was from the preceding night, when she had parted from him in Manchester.
"Have you made up your mind what to do, father?" she asked, when the doctor had gone.
"Yes, I have. By the way, Mary, I know you must be longing to ask questions about yourself, but——"
"Don't trouble about me now, father. I know what you are thinking of. But my name, my future, are nothing compared with—— Oh, father, we must save Paul!"
"If it is within the realm of human possibility we will, Mary."
"And you believe it is?"
"Give me three days," said the father, "and then perhaps I can tell you."