have thought it? What has she to do with the case?" she asked insinuatingly, but the stranger from Scotland Yard had already repented saying "yes," and replied:
"I really can tell you nothing about it, madam, my business is entirely personal to Miss Semaphore."
"Well, she cannot see you, you know," repeated the medical woman. "I am nursing her, and will not take the responsibility. Can you not call again?"
The stranger hesitated.
"I suppose I shall have to. When do you think she will be able to receive me."
"If she has a good night, and is kept perfectly quiet to-morrow, she may be able to see you next day, but I can't answer for it."
"Very well," said the man, "I will call again the day after to-morrow."
The medical woman belied the statement that great bodies move slowly, for she broke the record in speeding to Mrs. Dumaresq's room. She had scarcely patience to wait for a "come in" in reply to her agitated knock, when she burst out with:
"I do believe you were right after all."
"How? What do you mean? About what?"
