She just didn’t respond. Nothing I tried was any use.” Nancy looked up at her father, her large blue eyes filled with agony and self-doubt. They were standing with the manager of the hotel in the main room of the Amberly suite, waiting for the hotel doctor to arrive. “For all the good I did, I might as well not have even been here.” “Nancy, Nancy—you did everything you could. No one can work miracles.” Carson Drew patted his daughter’s shoulder tenderly and drew her toward him. “But I let her down, Dad. I did. I just . . . just—oh, I felt so helpless.” “You did everything you possibly could.” Just then a white-haired man in a dark suit entered the suite. From the black leather bag he was carrying, Nancy guessed he must be the doctor. “Where’s Mrs. Amberly?” he asked. “In there.” The manager pointed to Sarah’s bedroom. He and the doctor went in, Carson and Nancy following behind. Seeing Sarah so still on the floor, her face twisted into an expression of pained surprise, made Nancy wince.
