Her hand still clung to his, half-mechanically it seemed.
"Mr.Errol," she faltered, "my husband--does he know ?" "Yes, he knows." Very softly Nap made answer, as though he were soothing a child.

"Don't trouble about that.

Don't trouble about anything.

Just lie still and rest." But the anxiety in her eyes was growing.

"He isn't here ?" she questioned.
"No." "Then--then I think I ought to go to him.