Von Blon gave his consent without hesitation.
"Well, I'll be on my way—work to do," announced Doremus breezily. He lingered long enough, however, to shake hands with all of us; and then the front door closed on him.
"We'd better ascertain if Miss Ada has been told of her brother's death," suggested Vance, as we went up the stairs. "If not, I think that task logically devolves on you, doctor."
The nurse, whom Sproot had no doubt apprised of Von Blon's arrival, met us in the upper hall and informed us that, as far as she knew, Ada was still ignorant of Chester's murder.
We found the girl sitting up in bed, a magazine lying across her knees. Her face was still pale, but a youthful vitality shone from her eyes, which attested to the fact that she was much stronger. She seemed alarmed at our sudden appearance, but the sight of the doctor tended to reassure her.
"How do you feel this morning, Ada?" he asked with professional geniality. "You remember these gentlemen, don't you?"
She gave us an apprehensive look; then smiled faintly and bowed.
"Yes, I remember them. . . . Have they—found out anything about—Julia's death?"
"I'm afraid not." Von Blon sat down beside her and took her hand. "Something else has happened that you will have to know, Ada." His voice was studiously sympathetic. "Last night Chester met with an accident"
"An accident—oh!" Her eyes opened wide, and a slight tremor passed over her. "You mean. . . ."
