He turned to a desk and turning over the pages of a record, apparently found the name, and returned to Barry.
“I am sorry to say that McPherson died this afternoon,” he said.
“Dead,” said Barry. He turned to Cameron. “I'm awfully sorry, Duncan.”
“Was there anybody with him?” he enquired of the doctor. “He was Lieutenant Cameron's very close friend, and college companion.”
“Oh, awfully sorry,” replied the doctor. “Yes, I think Captain Winter, the chaplain of the —th, was with him at the last. He's not here just now. I can tell you where to get him. To-morrow is his day here.”
“Is—is—is his body still here?” enquired Cameron, after a few moments' silence.
“Yes, it's in the next room. Do you want to see it? He was pretty badly smashed up, I'm afraid.”
“I think I should like to see him,” said Cameron. “I know his people, you see, and I would like to tell them that I saw him.”
“Oh, all right,” said the doctor. He called an orderly.
“Come this way, sir,” said the orderly.