9/24 Mr.Pendleton, take your wife away at once." But Mr.Pendleton's timorous and inferior mind was incapable of translating the command into action. He could only stare dumbly before him. "Is--is he dead, doctor ?" Dr.Ravenshaw crossed to the centre of the room and bent over the body, feeling the heart. Husband and wife watched him, huddled together, their white faces framed in the shadow of the doorway. In a moment he was on his feet again, advancing towards them. |