"He doesn't state, but asks us to call at the factory to-morrow
evening. That's all, but I heard in town that the doctor and nurse had
left; Cameron told me Hulton fired them both because they objected to
his getting up."

"It's possible," Featherstone agreed. "Hulton's not the man to bother
about his health or etiquette when he wants to do a thing. Anyhow, as
he has been a pretty good friend of ours, we will have to go, but I
wouldn't have imagined he'd have been ready to talk about the tragedy
just yet."

"You think that is what he wants to talk about?"

Featherstone nodded. "We knew Fred Hulton better than anybody at the
Crossing, and at the inquiry I tried to indicate that his death was due
to an accident. I imagined that Hulton was grateful. It's true that I
don't see how the accident could have happened, but I don't believe
Fred shot himself. Though it was an open verdict, you and I and Hulton
are perhaps the only people who take this view."

"We'll let it drop until to-morrow. What did you learn at Toronto?"

"Perhaps the most important thing was that I'll have to give up my trip
to the Old Country."

"Ah," said Foster, who waited, trying to hide his disappointment and
alarm, for he saw that his suspicions about his partner's health had
been correct.

"The doctor didn't think it wise; said something about England's being