“Why, sir, he lives at the white house near the station.”
She could not make out why Arthur asked these questions.
“Did Mr Haddo go to the funeral?”
“Oh yes, sir. I’ve never seen anyone so upset.”
“That’ll do. You can go.”
Susie poured out the tea and handed a cup to Arthur. To her surprise, he drank the tea and ate some bread and butter. She could not understand him. The expression of strain, and the restlessness which had been so painful, were both gone from his face, and it was set now to a look of grim determination. At last he spoke to them.
“I’m going to see this doctor. Margaret’s heart was as sound as mine.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Do?”
He turned on her with a peculiar fierceness.