he advanced toward the doctor, who waited with his small medicine case in his hand—
"Pardon me; is this doctor—doctor Barnes?" And when the doctor nodded he asked quickly, "How is she?"
"Still unnerved and weak. We have had a terrible shock, for all of us."
When the two men had left the crowd of curious loungers behind them the doctor said—
"It is awfully good of you, Ferrars, to come so promptly at my call. Of course, I could not explain over the wires. But, you understand."
"I understand that you needed me, and as I'm good for very little, save in one capacity, I, of course, supposed there was a case for me. The evening paper, however, gave me—or so I fancy—a hint of the business. Is it the young schoolmaster?"
The doctor started. It seemed impossible that the news had already found its way into print.
"Some one has made haste," he said, scornfully.
"Some one always does in these cases, and the Journal has a 'special correspondent' in every town and village in the country almost. It was only a few lines." He glanced askance at his companion as he spoke. "And it was reported an accident or suicide."
