“It is impossible to see either of them at present,” replied Dr. Rolleston briskly.
“What’s that, doctor?” asked the Inspector. “Are they hysterical, or something?”
“As a result of the shock, Madame de Stämer is dangerously ill,” replied the physician, “and Miss Beverley is remaining with her.”
“Oh, I see. But Miss Beverley could come out for a few minutes?”
“She could,” admitted the physician, sharply, “but I don’t wish her to do so.”
“Oh, but the law must be served, doctor.”
“Quite so, but not at the expense of my patient’s reason.”
He was a resolute man, this country practitioner, and I saw Harley smiling in grim approval.
“I have expressed my opinion,” he said, finally, walking out of the room; “I shall leave the responsibility to you, Inspector Aylesbury. Good morning, gentlemen.”
Inspector Aylesbury scratched his chin.