himself heavily in the chair near the bedside and rested
his great hands on his fat knees. He stared down at me
in much the same way that a huge mastiff looks at a
terrier. Finally his glance rested on my limp left hand.

"Married, h'm?"

For a moment the word would not come. I could hear
Norah catch her breath quickly. Then--"Yes," answered I.

"Husband living?" I could see suspicion dawning in
his cold gray eye.

Again the catch in Norah's throat and a little half
warning, half supplicating gesture. And again, "Yes,"
said I.

The dawn of suspicion burst into full glow.

"Where is he?" growled the red-haired doctor. "At a
time like this?"

I shut my eyes for a moment, too sick at heart to
resent his manner. I could feel, more than see, that Sis
was signaling him frantically. I moistened my lips and
answered him, bitterly.

"He is in the Starkweather Hospital for the insane."

When the red-haired man spoke again the growl was