"Much stronger, and his mind, Laurel thinks, is clearing."
"I think so too. It is an outrage that he has been allowed to suffer here without help. That scoundrel Jones must have fixed this up."
"Did you sleep any, Jack dear?" Cora asked. "I'm afraid you had a lonely vigil."
"Oh, I got a wink or two, and my patient was no trouble. Is that
Laurel talking to him?"
"Yes, she seems overjoyed that he can talk rationally to her. But listen Jack! There are voices."
Brother and sister hurried to the door. Strangers were approaching—two men.
"Is—er—Miss Cora Kimball here?" asked one of them, in rather a hesitating voice.
"Yes, what is it?" asked Jack, suspiciously for somehow he did not like the appearance of the strangers.
"We'll do business with her," put in the taller of the two men.
Cora gave a gasp. Somehow she felt as if something unpleasant was about to happen.