"It's all right," he said. "She'll be all right—thanks to you. Shock to the system, of course, but"—he gave an exclamation of concern as Chris swayed—"you'd better come downstairs and let me prescribe for you," he said bluntly. "No, you can't see your wife yet. That face of yours would only make her worse."
He would not allow Chris to see her that night
"She must be kept perfectly quiet. My dear chap, listen to reason," he urged, when Chris objected. "Do you want to kill her outright? No? Very well, then, do as I say."
He hesitated, then asked: "Were you with her—in the car?"
289 "No"—Chris' voice shook—"my friend was with her," he added, turning his face away.
"I see. Terrible thing—terrible!"
Chris followed him to the door.
"And—my wife? You are sure—quite sure?" he asked in agony.
"Quite sure . . . She wants rest, of course, but it's been a most wonderful escape." He hesitated. "They haven't found the other poor fellow yet?" he asked.
"No."