“What is the matter?”
For a moment it was hard for her to speak. Then she began,
“M-Mrs. Melhuish – died last n-night! Abigail found her a little – while ago – when she went to call her.”
“She is dead? How is it possible?” Conrad asked.
“She always said that she had a – weak heart,” Delora replied, “but – I am afraid because she had so many aches and p-pains I never believed her. Now I feel guilty that I did not – sit with her when the battle was taking place.”
“You did what I ordered you to do.”
“Yes, I know,” Delora agreed, “but I did ask Abigail what we should do about Mrs. Melhuish and she replied that it would be an unkindness to move her – when she was feeling so unwell.”
“I am sure that Abigail was right,” Conrad said consolingly. “Wait here. I will go and see what is happeni
