"That is--they track me out and home, I am to understand? I am watched in and out of my patients' houses. If I have occasion to pay country visits, these stealthy bloodhounds are at my heels, night or day?"
"I conclude it is so," answered Richard.
"Since when has this been?"
"Since--I think since the day before yesterday. There is a probability, as I hear, that the Home Secretary will be applied to. If----"
"For what purpose?"
"For authority to disturb the grave," said Richard, in low tones.
Dr. Rane started up, a frenzy of terror apparent in his face.
"They--they--surely they are not talking of doing that?" he cried, turning white as death.
"Yes they are. To have her disturbed will be to us the most painful of all."
"Stop it, for Heaven's sake!" came the imploring cry. "Stop it, Richard North! Stop it!"