She was closing the door when it abruptly opened. Elmer Boatwright stood there, looking after his wife as she went along the dark hallway. He came in then.
“I brought the bandages,” he said.
“You must sit down again,” said the physician.
Doane, evidently bewildered, obeyed. And she began bandaging his shoulder.
He even sat quietly. He seemed to be making a determined effort to control his thoughts. When he finally spoke he seemed almost his old self.
“Elmer, something is wrong with Betty. Whatever it is, I have a right to know.”
Boatwright cleared his throat.
Dr. Cassin broke the silence that followed.
“Mr. Doane,” she said, “sit still here and try to listen to what I am going to tell you. We have been disturbed about Betty. I won't attempt to conceal that. This Mr. Brachey—”
“Brachey? Is he—”