We know only too well what's the matter with him." The physician arose obediently.

Mr.Wynne gathered up the slender, still figure in his arms, and bore it away to another room.

The doctor bent over Doris, and tested the fluttering heart.
"Only shock," he said finally, when he looked up.

"She'll come round all right in a little while." "Thank God!" the young man breathed softly.
He stooped and pressed reverent lips to the marble-white brow, then straightened up and, after one long, lingering look at her, turned quickly and left the room.
"I have no statement to make," Mr.Czenki was saying, in that level, unemotional way of his, when Mr.Wynne reentered the room where lay the dead.
"We are to assume that you are guilty, then ?" demanded Chief Arkwright with cold finality.
"I have nothing to say," replied the expert.

His gaze met that of Mr.Wynne for a moment, then settled on the venerable face of the old man.
"Guilty ?" interposed Mr.Wynne quickly.