"It's an unfortunate time," he said, "and there's something you must do for me. I've got to see Wheaton or Fenton. It's very important."
"But you mustn't, father; business can wait until you're well again. It will be only a few days—"
"You mustn't question what I ask," he went on very steadily. "It's of great importance," and she knew that he meant it.
"Can't I see them for you?" she asked. He turned his slight lean body under the covers, and shook his head helplessly on his pillow.
"You see you can't talk, father," she said very gently. "Is there anything I can say to them for you?"
"Yes," he said weakly, "I want you to give the key to one of my boxes to Wheaton. Tell him to take out a package—marked Traction—and give it to Fenton."
Evelyn brought his key ring and he pointed out the key and watched her slip it from the ring.
"I'll send for Mr. Wheaton at once," she said. "Don't worry any more about it, father."
"Evelyn!" She had started for the door, but now hurried back to him.