"Yes, sir."
"You've been a waiter all your life, Collins—and I'm afraid that the old instinct to take tips is too strong."
"It's hard to refuse sometimes, sir," replied the old man, his knees shaking, "but I manage to overcome my feelings—occasionally."
The indicator again rang. The superintendent turned.
"It's the front door," he said, with a gesture to go and answer the bell.
"It's Dr. Bently, sir," rejoined the old man.
As Collins went to open the outside door, the superintendent turned to the stenographer.
"Make a note in your report suggesting that Miss Manderson's money be taken from her while she is an inmate of the sanitarium."
"Yes, sir."
The superintendent took up another paper.