"But you don't help," said the doctor. "You don't tell me which one it is that he wants."
"Well," said Mrs. Moore-Bing in her cool drawl, "as I'm the only one who left him against his will I'm probably the only one he wants back again."
Cora would not even glance in the direction of such a woman. She had been kept silent heretofore by the trembling of her chin, but now she managed to enunciate: "Mr. Bing and I were divorced only a few months ago. Until October, you see, I was his wife."
The logic of this, or perhaps his own individual preference for a slim elegant young woman, evidently influenced the doctor. He nodded quickly.
"If you'll come with me, then—" he began, and turned toward the door, but there Thorpe was standing, and he did not move.
"If you'd excuse me, sir," he said, "am I right in thinking it will be bad for Mr. Bing if we mistake his wish in this matter?"
"Yes, I'd like to get it right," said the doctor.
"Then, sir, may I say it's not Mrs. Enderby-Bing that he wants, sir?"
"What makes you think that?" said Doctor Creighton.