“Never mind about me, Reggie. Tell me what you were just telling Scott.” “I didn’t think it was any harm. A good many people in Marley know it now. I was telling him about—about Mr. Tyler’s will.” “What about it?” Sydney’s eyes were looking steadily, unsmilingly down into his brother’s as he put the question. Rex was really frightened now. He had never seen Sydney look just like this before. “I told him about leaving his money to us on account of what Roy had done,” he faltered. “I didn’t—” Sydney’s eyes closed; he started to reel backwards and would have fallen had not Scott sprung forward and caught him. “Help me ease him down in the chair, Rex,” he called out. Scarcely knowing what he was doing, Reginald took hold of his brother’s other arm and between them the two boys got him down gently into a chair that stood near the window. “He isn’t dead, is he?” Rex’s voice was hardly more than a whisper as he put the awful question. Sydney certainly looked almost like a corpse, with his pallid face and his head hanging itself lifelessly over on one side. It was a trying situation for the two boys. Neither of them had had the slightest experience with cases of this sort. It was so late in the afternoon that the offices around them were all empty. “No, he is not dead, I’m sure of that,” Scott replied, who, as the senior of Rex by some eleven months, felt that it was natural for the other to seem to rely upon him. “We ought to have a doctor at once, though.” “But we can’t leave him that way while I go for one. Besides, I don’t know where to go.” “Neither do I. Our doctor is clear at the other end of town and besides he’s down at Atlantic City by this time anyway.” “It’s awful, isn’t it? Oh, what shall we do, Scott?” “We might ring for an ambulance. That’s the quickest way.” “Oh, we don’t want to have him taken to the hospital. Come, help me get him out of that chair. It’s horrible to see his head hang over like that.” “But where can we put him? There’s no lounge about, is there?” “No, but we might let him lie on the floor, on that rug yonder. See, we can take this cushion out of this chair for a pillow.” With much difficulty, for they felt that they must go about the work of transfer with the greatest care, the unconscious man was removed and placed in what both boys considered would be an easier position for him. But when he was stretched out at their feet, the spectacle was such an ominous one that Rex almost wished that they had left him where he was. “Don’t you think we ought to throw water in his face or fan him or something?” he asked helplessly. “I don’t know what we ought to do, Rex, except I think we ought to have a doctor the first thing. I tell you! You stay here with him and I’ll go down and find a drug store. They’ll know where I can get a doctor there.” “All right; be as quick as you can.”