The medical man knew nothing of who Dick was, but the manner of the woman was impressive to the last degree.
"Wait!" he cried. "What is the matter with him? I must know, in order to take what I may need."
"God knows what!" replied Liz, her expression indicating insanity. "I think Ben has killed him!"
The doctor waited for nothing further.
He snatched his hat, and without a word followed the woman as she rushed along in silence to her own home.
The door was ajar. She pushed it open and led the way up the stairs.
There was Leonie, as she had left her, rocking the child to and fro in the dilapidated chair, and singing to him a little song that she might lull him to sleep.
The eyes of the unfortunate mother filled with tears as they fell upon the tableau.
She touched the short crop of curling hair so lightly with her lips that Leonie did not feel it, but it rested there like a benediction.
The doctor took the slight wrist in his hand, and counted the pulse, then he looked at the sploched tongue.