“They didn’t know me up here,” she explained smilingly. “I’ve always practiced in the country. Wasn’t it lucky? But really, Mr. Miller, I’m tired of it; I am indeed. The life is too exciting: the doctors say so; so I’ve come to you.”
The case was a strange one, but I had no time to investigate it now. It wanted only half an hour to the time my train left Liverpool Street.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Sarah Jones.”
“Well, I will have your case looked into. Come and see me again; or, if you are in distress, you may write to me—at Colonel Gunton’s, Beech Hill, Norfolk. I shall be staying there——”
“Going now?”
“I start in a few minutes.”
“Oh, I’ll come with you.”
“Madam,” I answered, with emphasis, “I will see you—out of the office first.”