“I should hardly like to do that without first seeing him,” answered the detective kindly. “You see——”
“He is still ill? Isn’t that it, Mr. Carter?”
There was an agony of anxiety in her voice that caused it to tremble as she looked eagerly into his face.
“Yes, he is ill,” admitted Nick. “I am going to see him at the hospital.”
“Is—is he very bad?”
“I don’t know. I do not think so. The last time I saw him, some days ago, he was up and dressed. The trouble is with his mind. The shock of the injuries he suffered at the fire still affects him. I hope—and expect—it will soon pass away.”
“I wish I could see him.”
“I intend that you shall—but not just now.”
“When?”