"I'll try to sleep now; but I'll make sure first of not being disturbed again."
[CHAPTER XXIV.]
A STRAND OF RUDDY HAIR.
At early daylight the next morning a servant tapped at Edmund Clarke's door with a message from Doctor Jay.
He found himself quite ill this morning, and must go home at once. Would Mr. Clarke grant him a few parting words?
Mr. Clarke was up and dressed. He had just said good-by to his wife and Roma, who had taken an early train to Boston.
He went at once to Doctor Jay's room, finding him seated by the window, looking ill and aged from a bad night.
"Good morning, my dear old friend. You look ill, and I fear you have not rested well."