"Answer me!" he commanded.
"O Loyd," she wailed, "how wildly you speak! How can I tell where her soul may be, since I can see no reason why it should not be in heaven!"
"If it is in heaven," he cried, thrusting her violently from him, "then am I in hell!"
With a stifled cry, poor Romaine staggered to a chair and sank upon it, overcome by the conviction that she had allied herself to a madman.
And in the ominous pause that ensued, a light rap sounded upon the closed door.
With a muttered ejaculation Morton pulled himself together and went to inquire into the untimely intrusion. Upon opening the door, he found his man upon the threshold, stammering some words of apology, which were summarily cut short.
"What do you want?" Morton demanded sternly.
"There is a lady in the office, sir."
"Where are your wits, that you have forgotten your orders? I am not at home to patients."
"But she has called repeatedly, sir."