Katherine, too, for the moment, forgot their conflict.
“I did not know it. There are so many cases, you know. Who is attending her?”
“Doctor Hunt, temporarily,” he answered. “But these Westville doctors are all amateurs in serious cases. I’ve telegraphed for a specialist—the best man I could hear of—Doctor Brenholtz of Chicago.”
His defiance suddenly returned.
“If I have seemed to you worn, unnerved, now you know the real cause!” he said.
“So,” she remarked slowly, “the disaster you have brought on Westville has struck your own home!”
His face twitched convulsively.
“I believe we have finished our conversation. Good afternoon.”
Katherine rose.
“And if she dies, you know who will have killed her.”