"He seems to be better, doctor, but something is worrying him," said the worthy woman.
"I'll go up to him at once. You boys had better stay here," said the doctor.
The physician was upstairs a long time. When he came down he looked grave.
"Is dad any better?" asked Jack anxiously.
"He is suffering from a nervous breakdown due to overwork," said the doctor. "The cut on his head is a mere flesh wound. But he appears to have something on his mind. Do you know what it is?"
Then, and not till then, for in the rush of events he had completely forgotten it, Jack remembered the letter from the brokers.
"Dr. Mays," he said, "you are an old friend?"
"I hope so, my boy. You may confide in me freely if you know any reason for your father's disquiet."
"If you will read this, doctor, you will understand," and Jack handed him the letter.
Dr. Mays read it with knitted brows.