"I shouldn't do anything just yet." He looked at her impressively.
"In your position I should just wait a little. I'm sure it would be
better, and I may be able to give you a reason before long."
She nodded.
"I shall do nothing--nothing."
"That's best, I assure you. You're not angry with me? You'll shake
hands?"
She gave him her hand; withdrew it quickly; turned to hide her face
again. And Gammon hastened Citywards.
A telegram came from him in little more than an hour. It reported
that the patient was still unconscious and dangerously ill.
When, later in the afternoon, Gammon went to the hospital to make
another inquiry he learnt that Lord Polperro was dead.
Turning away, debating whether to send the widow a. telegram or to
break the news by word of mouth, he saw a cab drive up, out of which
jumped Mr. Greenacre. Their eyes met, but they exchanged no sign of
recognition. Scarcely, however, had Gammon walked a dozen yards when
a quick step sounded behind him, and he was addressed in tones of
the most conciliatory politeness.
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