"Oh, no," said Miss Erith, "except that I hope he is not going to die…. He seems so—young—f-friendless—"
"Then you have no personal knowledge of the patient?"
"None whatever…. What did you say his name is?"
"McKay."
For a moment the name sounded oddly familiar but meaningless in her ears. Then, with a thrill of sudden recollection, she asked again for the man's name.
"The name written in his cheque-book is McKay."
"McKay!" she repeated incredulously. "What else?"
"Kay."
"WHAT!!"
"That is the name in the cheque-book—Kay McKay."