'You _must_ leave me alone. Good Heavens, the time has gone by for tears
and lamentation. After all I've gone through for months, I can't weep
because Margaret is dead. My heart is dried up. But I know that she
didn't die naturally, and I'll never rest so long as that fellow lives.'
He stretched out his hands and with clenched jaws prayed that one day he
might hold the man's neck between them, and see his face turn livid and
purple as he died.
'I am going to this fool of a doctor, and then I shall go to Skene.'
'You must let us come with you,' said Susie.
'You need not be frightened,' he answered. 'I shall not take any steps of
my own till I find the law is powerless.'
'I want to come with you all the same.'
'As you like.'
Susie went out and ordered a trap to be got ready. But since Arthur would
not wait, she arranged that it should be sent for them to the doctor's
door. They went there at once, on foot.
Dr Richardson was a little man of five-and-fifty, with a fair beard that
was now nearly white, and prominent blue eyes.
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