"They thought it best to take the girl away from the place
where she'd got the shock; so the Doctor took her to his house,
where he had an old housekeeper who was as deaf as a post --
a first class recommendation for a housekeeper anywhere.
He got a nurse from Sydney to attend on Ruth Wilson, and no one
except he and the nurse were allowed to go near her. She lay like dead,
they said, except when she had to be held down raving; brain fever, they said,
brought on by the shock of the attempted burglary and pistol shot.
Dr. Lebinski had another doctor up from Sydney at his own expense,
but nothing could save her -- and perhaps it was as well.
She might have finished her life in a lunatic asylum.
They were going to send her to Sydney, to a brain hospital;
but she died a week before the Sessions. She was right-headed for an hour,
they said, and asking all the time for Jack. The Doctor told her
he was all right and was coming -- and, waiting and listening for him,
she died.

"The case was black enough against Drew now. I knew he wouldn't have
the pluck to tell the truth now, even if he was that sort of a man.
I didn't know what to do, so I spoke to the Doctor straight. I caught him
coming out of the Royal, and walked along the road with him a bit.
I suppose he thought I was going to show cause why his doors ought to have
another coat of varnish.

"`Hallo, Mitchell!' he said, `how's painting?'

"`Doctor!' I said, `what am I going to do about this business?'

"`What business?'