“Ay, just as soon as if it was in the middle of the day,” she answered, and proved as good as her word.
It was a long walk and a lonely to Kingslough, but Susan accomplished it, and brought back Doctor Girvan by the time the sun was rising.
Miss Moffat went down to speak to him, and asked Susan to stay with her mistress for a few minutes while she did so. Then the doctor said he would see the patient; and as Grace walked up and down the once neglected garden trifling away the time, he went into Mrs. Brady’s room, the servant crossing him on the threshold.
He remained there a quarter of an hour or more, and when she met him Miss Moffat saw he looked ill at ease.
“Do you think there is anything serious the matter with her?” she asked anxiously.
“I cannot tell—yet,” he replied. “You have been with her all night?” he said interrogatively.
“Yes, since I first knew she was ill.”
“No one must go into the room but yourself and me.”
“Why not?”
“You will know time enough. Amos Scott never murdered her husband at all.”