The lawyer cleared his throat.
“I am very sorry you have made this decision,” he said. “Miss Innes, Mrs. Fitzhugh tells me Louise Armstrong is with you.”
“She is.”
“Has she been informed of this—double bereavement?”
“Not yet,” I said. “She has been very ill; perhaps to-night she can be told.”
“It is very sad; very sad,” he said. “I have a telegram for her, Mrs. Innes. Shall I send it out?”
“Better open it and read it to me,” I suggested. “If it is important, that will save time.”
There was a pause while Mr. Harton opened the telegram. Then he read it slowly, judicially.
“‘Watch for Nina Carrington. Home Monday. Signed F. L. W.’”
“Hum!” I said. “‘Watch for Nina Carrington. Home Monday.’ Very well, Mr. Harton, I will tell her, but she is not in condition to watch for any one.”