“Pray God he does!”
He looked sharply at her and it would have been impossible to say whether he felt doubt or relief at her exclamation.
“We shall have a second opinion, of course,” he said. “I’ve telephoned Sir Matthew Cairnstock. He’s a brain man. I’ve sent for a nurse.”
“Yes. Will you look at Violet — my sister-in-law? She’s in my room.”
“Yes, certainly.”
“I’ll come if you want me. She asked to be alone with the maid.”
“I see.” Dr. Kantripp hesitated and then said: “They’ll want to talk to the servants, you know.”
“Why the servants, particularly?” asked Lord Charles quickly.
“Well — the instrument. You see it looks as if it came from their part of the world. The kitchen.”
Frid spoke abruptly on a hard, shrill note. “It was a skewer, wasn’t it?”