Go--go find Herrick! He needs you worse than I do!" "No he doesn't!" blurted Gabriel with such conviction that she understood.
"You mean ?" she queried, as he brought the dipper of now tepid water to her side.

"He--he's dead ?" He hesitated to answer.
"Dead! Yes, I understand!" she interpreted his silence.

"You needn't tell me.

I know!" He nodded.
"Yes," said he.

"Your chauffeur has paid the penalty of trying to drive a six-cylinder car with alcohol.