"Humanly speaking—none."
Hendrie nodded with his eyes averted.
Presently he turned, and the two looked into each other's eyes, as men will who understand each other.
"She's got to hear some—news," Hendrie said, in his blunt fashion. "Likely it may knock her—hard."
The surgeon sat up.
"About that boy—Frank? Anything against him?"
Hendrie shook his head.
"No," he said. "It's—about me."
Professor Hinkling sat back in his seat with an assured smile.
"That's all right," he said easily. "It's only that boy matters—just now."