The superintendent looked at him severely:
"Collins, did you buy six packets of cigarettes for Miss Manderson?"
The old man cowered. He was afraid of the superintendent. He had reason to dread those cold douches.
"No, sir," he replied, trembling.
"Are you sure?" demanded the superintendent.
"Yes, sir," answered the old man hesitatingly, his eyes on the floor.
"Look at me," thundered the superintendent.
"Yes, sir."
He looked up timidly and shook his head.
"Don't you know," almost shouted the superintendent, "that she has come to 'Sea Rest' to recuperate from an overdose of social life, and that she must not smoke?"