"I woke up a few minutes ago," he answered. "I"ve been lying here--thinking."
"I"ll get you another phen.o.barbital. Dr. Amos said for you to take them and sleep until tomorrow."
"I know. I"ll take one presently. You know--hearing that clock just now reminded me of something."
"Yes?"
"Just before I came to this afternoon, after the crash, I had a strange impression of hearing a bell ring. It sounded so loud in my ears I opened my eyes to see where it was."
"A--bell?"
"Yes. Just auditory hallucination, of course."
"But Mark--"
"Yes?"
"A--a bell did ring. I mean, I had the crystal bell in my bag and it tinkled a little. Do you suppose--"
"Of course not." But though he spoke swiftly he did not sound convincing. "This was a loud bell. Like a great gong."
"But--I mean, Mark darling--a moment earlier you--had no pulse."
"No pulse?"
"And you weren"t--breathing. Then the crystal bell tinkled and you--you...."
"Nonsense! I know what you"re thinking and believe me--it"s nonsense!"
"But Mark." She spoke carefully. "The driver of the other car. You had no sooner regained consciousness than he--"
"He had a fractured skull!" Dr. Williams interrupted sharply. "The ambulance intern diagnosed it. Skull fractures often fail to show themselves and then--bingo, you keel over. That"s what happened. Now let"s say no more about it."
"Of course." In the hall, the clock struck the quarter hour. "Shall I fix the phen.o.barbital now?"
"Yes--no. Is David home?"
She hesitated. "No, he hasn"t got back yet."
"Has he phoned? He knows he"s supposed to be in by midnight at the latest."
"No, he--hasn"t phoned. But there"s a school dance tonight."
"That"s no excuse for not phoning. He has the old car, hasn"t he?"
"Yes. You gave him the keys this morning, remember?"
"All the more reason he should phone." Dr. Williams lay silent a moment. "Two o"clock is too late for a 17-year-old boy to be out."
"I"ll speak to him. He won"t do it again. Now please, Mark, let me get you the phen.o.barbital. I"ll stay up until David--"
The ringing phone, a clamor in the darkness, interrupted her. Mark Williams reached for it. The extension was beside his bed.
"h.e.l.lo," he said. And then, although she could not hear the answering voice, she felt him stiffen. And she knew. As well as if she could hear the words she knew, with a mother"s instinct for disaster.
"Yes," Dr. Williams said. "Yes ... I see ... I understand ... I"ll come at once.... Thank you for calling."
He slid out of bed before she could stop him.
"An emergency call." He spoke quietly. "I have to go." He began to throw on his clothes.
"It"s David," she said. "Isn"t it?" She sat up. "Don"t try to keep me from knowing. It"s about David."
"Yes," he said. His voice was very tired. "David is hurt. I have to go to him. An accident."
"He"s dead." She said it steadily. "David"s dead, isn"t he, Mark?"
He came over and sat beside her and put his arms around her.
"Edith," he said. "Edith--Yes, he"s dead. Forty minutes ago. The car--went over a curve. They have him--at the County morgue. They want me to--identify him. Identify him. Edith! You see, the car caught fire!"
"I"m coming with you," she said. "I"m coming with you!"
The taxi waited in a pool of darkness between two street lights. The long, low building which was the County morgue, a blue lamp over its door, stood below the street level. A flight of concrete steps went down to it from the sidewalk. Ten minutes before, Dr. Mark Williams had gone down those steps. Now he climbed back up them, stiffly, wearily, like an old man.
Edith was waiting in the taxi, sitting forward on the edge of the seat, hands clenched. As he reached the last step she opened the door and stepped out.
"Mark," she asked shakily, "was it--"
"Yes, it"s David." His voice was a monotone. "Our son. I"ve completed the formalities. For now the only thing we can do is go home."
"I"m going to him!" She tried to pa.s.s. He caught her wrist. Discretely the taxi driver pretended to doze.
"No, Edith! There"s no need. You mustn"t--see him!"
"He"s my son!" she cried. "Let me go!"
"No! What have you got under your coat?"
"It"s the bell, the rose-crystal bell!" she cried. "I"m going to ring it where David can hear!"
Defiantly she brought forth her hand, clutching the little bell. "It brought you back, Mark! Now it"s going to bring back David!"
"Edith!" he said in horror. "You mustn"t believe that"s possible. You can"t. Those were coincidences. Now let me have it."