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father’s wish for him. The young can be so … so … willful … even against their own interests.” She seemed barely able to control the grief which welled up inside her. Evan hated having to press any questions at all, but he knew that she was more likely to tell him an unguarded truth at present. The next day she could be more careful, more watchful to conceal anything which damaged—or revealed.
    He struggled for anything to say which could be of comfort, and there was nothing. In his mind he saw so clearly the pale, bruised face of the young man lying first in the alley, crumpled and bleeding, and then in St. Thomas’s, his eyes filled with horror which was quite literally unspeakable. He saw again Rhys’s mouth open as he struggled, and failed to utter even a word. What could anyone say to comfort his mother?
    Evan made a resolve that however long it took him, however hard it was, he would find out what had happened in that alley and make whoever was responsible answer for it.
    “He said nothing of where he might go?” he resumed. “Had he any usual haunts?”
    “He left in some … heat,” she replied. She seemed to have steadied herself again. “I believe his father had an idea as to where he frequented. Perhaps it is known to men in general? There are … places. It was only an impression. I cannot help you, Sergeant.”
    “But both men were in some temper when they left?”
    “Yes.”
    “How long apart in time was that?”
    “I am not sure, because Rhys left the room, and it was not until about half an hour after that when we realized he had also left the house. My husband then went out immediately.”
    “I see.”
    “They were found together?” Again her voice wavered and she had to make a visible effort to control herself.
    “Yes. It looks as if perhaps your husband caught up with your son, and some time after that they were set upon.”
    “Maybe they were lost?” She looked at him anxiously.
    “Quite possibly,” he agreed, hoping it was true. Of all the explanations it would be the kindest, the easiest for her to bear. “It would not be hard to become lost in such a warren of alleys and passages. Merely a few yards in the wrong direction …” He left the rest unsaid. He wanted to believe it almost as much as she did, because he knew so much more of the alternatives.
    There was a knock on the door, an unusual thing for a servant to do. It was normal for a butler simply to come in and then await a convenient moment either to serve whatever was required or to deliver a message.
    “Come in?” Sylvestra said with a lift of surprise.
    The man who entered was lean and dark with a handsome face, deep-set eyes and a nose perhaps a trifle small. Now his expression was one of acute concern and distress. He all but ignored Evan and went immediately to Sylvestra, but his manner was professional as well as personal. Presumably he was the doctor Wharmby had sent for.
    “My dear, I cannot begin to express my sorrow. Naturally, anything I can do, you have but to name. I shall remain with you as long as you wish. Certainly I shall prescribe something to help you sleep and to calm and assist you through these first dreadful days. Eglantyne says if you wish to leave here and stay with us, we shall see that you have all the peace and privacy you could wish. Our house will be yours.”
    “Thank you … you are very kind. I …” She gave a little shiver. “I don’t even know what I want yet … what there is to be done.” She rose to her feet, swayed a moment and graspedfor his arm, which he gave instantly. “First I must go to St. Thomas’s Hospital and see Rhys.”
    “Do you think that is wise?” the doctor cautioned. “You are in a state of extreme shock, my dear. Allow me to go for you. I can at least see that he is given the very best professional help and care. I will see that he is brought home as soon as it is medically advisable. In the meantime I shall care for him