But here is
Dr. Rolleston, coming now."
I glanced along the corridor, and there was the physician approaching
briskly.
"Good morning, Mr. Knox," he said.
"Good morning, doctor. I hear that your patient is much improved?"
"Wonderfully so," he answered. "She has enough courage for ten men. She
wishes to see you, Mr. Knox, and to hear your account of the tragedy."
"Do you think it would be wise?"
"I think it would be best."
"Do you hold any hope of her permanently recovering the use of her
limbs?"
Dr. Rolleston shook his head doubtfully.
"It may have only been temporary," he replied. "These obscure nervous
affections are very fickle. It is unsafe to make predictions. But
mentally, at least, she is quite restored from the effects of last
night's shock. You need apprehend no hysteria or anything of that
nature, Mr. Knox."
"Oh, I see," exclaimed a loud voice behind us.
We all three turned, and there was Inspector Aylesbury crossing the
hall in our direction.
"Good morning, Dr. Rolleston," he said, deliberately ignoring my
presence. "I hear that your patient is quite well again this morning?"
"She is much improved," returned the physician, dryly.
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