"We'd better go," whispered Hartley. "To-morrow morning."
He looked at Mrs. Armine, and moved towards the door. Isaacson got up.
"We will leave the patient to-night," he said to Mrs. Armine, in an expressionless voice.
"Yes?"
"But may I have a word with you, please, in the other room?"
Then he followed Hartley.
He caught him up in the passage.
"It's absolutely no use to-night," said Hartley. "Any examination would only make matters worse. He's not in a fit state mentally to go through it so late."
"I think it will be best to wait till to-morrow."