“It’s a doctor. You fainted or something and Scott went out to get him. How do you feel?”
“Pretty weak, but ask him to step into the next room a minute. I want to speak to you.”
“Doctor, will you mind waiting in the next room a minute? My brother wants to see me about something.”
Rex was afraid the physician might feel offended or else object to leaving his patient, but he said, “Why, certainly,” and then came over to take a close look at the young lawyer before leaving him.
As soon as he had gone Sydney put out one arm and passing it around Rex’s neck, drew the boy’s ear close to his mouth.
“Did I say anything while I was unconscious?” he whispered.
“No,” replied Rex, mystified. “Nothing at all. But what does all this mean, Syd? What is worrying you so terribly?”
“Don’t let it worry you and then it will worry me less. What time is it?”
“Half past five.”
“Then we ought to catch the six o’clock train.”