"I think it's time we sent for David," she said without preamble.
"You're certain?" I asked. "He's in the middle of term."
"If we're keeping to our plan," she answered unenthusiastically. "Any moment now——"
Bertrand stumped across the library to a writing-table.
"I'll send him a wire," he said. "Time enough for appearances, if he turns up in the course of to-morrow. How is she?"
Lady Loring shrugged her shoulders carelessly and then turned quickly away.
"She's all right—physically," she answered. "But if you left a bottle of prussic acid within reach.... That's what frightens me so much. Until to-night she was so keen to go on living that she could face almost anything, but to-night I believe she doesn't care about it any more. She wants to slip away and end everything, get rid of all her difficulties...."
4
O'Rane arrived at "The Sanctuary" next day half an hour after I had finished luncheon. This time his wife consented to see him, but only after some hesitation.