Garrick shook his head doubtfully. "Can't say," he replied
succinctly. "It may be that Forbes, too, has aspirations."
The idea sent me off into a maze of speculations, but it did not
enlighten me much. At any rate, I felt, Warrington had said enough
to explain his presence in that part of the country. On one thing,
as I have said, Garrick had guessed right. The blackmailing letter
and what we had seen the night before at the crooked gambling
joint had been too much for him. He had not been able to rest as
long as he was under a cloud with Miss Winslow until he had had a
chance to set himself right in her eyes.
There seemed to be nothing that we could do for him just then. He
was in excellent hands, and now that the doctor knew who he was, a
trained nurse had even been sent for from the city and arrived on
the train following our own, thus relieving Mrs. Mead of her
faithful care of him.
Garrick gave the nurse strict instructions to make exact notes of
anything that Warrington might say, and then requested the doctor
to take us to the scene of the tragedy.
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