"Is she going to die?" he asked, looking pitifully unlike the traditional villain of such a drama.
"Perhaps," returned the physician shortly.
"Because of—was it this that brought on the attack?"
Osterhout eyed him with grim distaste. "It didn't help any," he answered, as he had answered Mona.
"Good God! If she dies through my fault——"
"You should have thought of that before."
"I love her so!" groaned the man. His face changed. "I'll know what to do," he muttered in quiet, self-centred determination.
"And what's that?" demanded the physician.
"Nothing," replied the other, startled and sullen.
Osterhout reached him in three steps. "Suicide, perhaps," he said.