"Mrs. Haag."
He threw up his arms wildly above his head. "Dying! O my God!" Then, turning to me, "How was it?" he asked.
I hesitated for a moment in pity. "She met with an accident," I said at last, not daring to tell him more at once.
"Where is she?"
It never seemed to occur to him that it was strange I should be there; the one piece of news I had imparted had stunned him with its shock.
"I will take you to her," I answered, and putting my arm in his, led him off to a cab in waiting. He never spoke all the while we drove to the house in Cross street, where the housekeeper lay, and when we got down suffered me to lead him up-stairs like a child. Inspector Keene met us at the door.
"I'm thankful you've come, sir; Mr. Lovell sent off a message to the hotel half an hour ago. The priest is with her."
"How is she?" uttered Wilmot in hollow tones.
Keene answered: "There's been a change; I don't know more. She has asked again for you," turning to Wilmot.