"Where is he? I must go to him—"
"The doctor prefers that you wait until he finishes his examination," said the colonel. He drew her into the library. "Evelyn, I must tell you—you must know that something else—unspeakably dreadful—has happened here to-night!"
"Yes?" The single word was no more than a breath on her full lips.
The colonel hesitated.
"You need not fear to tell me—whatever it is, I—I am prepared for anything—" said Evelyn, with a pause between each word.
"The judge is dead," said Harbison simply. "My poor old friend is dead!"
"Dead—Marshall's father dead!" She looked at him curiously, with a questioning light in her eyes. "You have not told me all, Colonel Harbison!"
"Not told you all—" he repeated.
"How did he die?"
"I think—I fear he shot himself, but of course it may have been the purest accident—"