“Yes,” said Robert.

“It will be quite safe with me.”

Robert whispered one word in his ear.

“My God!” said Risley, “that? And do you mean to say that she has had no advice except Dr. Story?”

“Yes, I took her to New York to a specialist some time ago. Uncle Norman never knew it.”

“And nothing can be done?”

“She could have an operation, but the success would be very doubtful.”

“And that she will not consent to?”

“She has not yet.”

“How long?”