"Show Mr. Lethbridge in. I am perfectly all right."
"I am afraid I should not have called," said Mr. Lethbridge, as he entered the room. "You do not look well."
"I am better than I have been for months," was my answer. "Sit down, won't you?"
He gave me a quick, searching glance, and then took the chair to which I had pointed. There were marks of suffering in his face. Although he was calm and collected and showed no signs of emotion whatever, I thought I saw in his eyes a strange, haunted look.
"I am afraid I did not receive you very cordially yesterday," he said presently. "You see it—it was the shock."
"Of course it was," was my answer. "I understand how you must be feeling."
"Do you?" he replied wearily. "I don't."
"Don't what?" I asked.
"Understand. I understand nothing. I am bewildered. I am in hell."
He spoke very quietly although his voice was strained and somewhat hoarse.