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Mary Pearson shrugged her shoulders. She was still white, but was getting a grip upon herself.
"I am as much in the dark as you are," she said. "But I had better begin at the beginning. One of my man-servants is ill upstairs, and I sent for you to come and see him. I don't know who went, but probably one of the footmen. He came back a little later saying that you were out of town, but that a Dr Prince who was staying with you had volunteered to come over and give an opinion upon the condition of my servant. It was this man who came. He looked like a doctor, and had the manners of a doctor. He was so nice and sympathetic that I had no suspicion of anything being wrong."