“Eva! Jess!”
“Yes, are you all right, Roy?” came back the answer in Eva’s tones.
“All O. K., but Mr. Tyler’s a little done up. I’m going home with him. And he wants you to send Syd over as soon as he gets back. It’s some business matter, quite important, and we may both be late for tea. Don’t wait. Do you understand?”
“Yes, all right. We’ll go to meet Syd now. Shall we send the doctor, too?”
Roy thought a minute.
“Yes. I think you’d better,” he called down.
“I told them to send the doctor to your house,” he reported to Mr. Tyler. He half expected the latter to raise a protest, but he didn’t.
“All right,” he said feebly. “He’ll do for one of the witnesses. Now.”
Roy bent down so that the old man might lean on his shoulder. He put one arm about his back to steady him, and thus supported he was able to move slowly along the cinder path beside the track.
“What did you attempt to walk across the trestle for, Mr. Tyler?” asked Roy.