CHAPTER 16Her first impulse was to fly, her second, more merciful, was to run to his side, and, kneeling down, loosen his collar. Was he dead? There was no sign of life or sound of breath. The hands, upraised, as though to clutch an invisible enemy, were stiff and rigid.
She flew out of the door and called the maid.
“Telephone for a doctor, please. Braime is ill,” she said breathlessly, and rushed up the stairs.
Lady Moron was deep in conversation with her visitor, but at the sight of the girl she came hurriedly across the room.
“What is it?” she asked in a low voice.
“It’s Braime,” said Lois breathlessly. “I think he’s dead!”
The countess followed her down the stairs at a pace which Lois did not think was possible for so heavy a woman. For a moment she stood in the doorway, surveyin
