"But—I mean, Mark darling—a moment earlier you—had no pulse."
"No pulse?"
"And you weren't—breathing. Then the crystal bell tinkled and you—you...."
"Nonsense! I know what you're thinking and believe me—it's nonsense!"
"But Mark." She spoke carefully. "The driver of the other car. You had no sooner regained consciousness than he—"
"He had a fractured skull!" Dr. Williams interrupted sharply. "The ambulance intern diagnosed it. Skull fractures often fail to show themselves and then—bingo, you keel over. That's what happened. Now let's say no more about it."
"Of course." In the hall, the clock struck the quarter hour. "Shall I fix the phenobarbital now?"
"Yes—no. Is David home?"
She hesitated. "No, he hasn't got back yet."
"Has he phoned? He knows he's supposed to be in by midnight at the latest."