"What is it that's true ?" Mitchington bent closer over the table.
"Dr.Ransford was fetched to Collishaw's cottage at six o'clock this morning!" he said.

"It seems that Collishaw's wife has been in a poor way about her health of late, and Dr.Ransford has attended her, off and on.

She had some sort of a seizure this morning--early--and Ransford was sent for.

He was there some little time--and I've heard some queer things." "What sort of queer things ?" demanded Bryce.

"Don't be afraid of speaking out, man!--there's no one to hear but myself." "Well, things that look suspicious, on the face of it," continued Mitchington, who was obviously much upset.