“Did you sell them?”
“No de-er. They’re with all the rest of my things at the hostel. Just because there’s a small balance owing they refuse to give up my box. I’ve told them I’ll settle it as soon as my pecuniary affairs are in order.”
“I see. That was why you didn’t send your box on to me? You know I could pay that off if you like, if it isn’t too much.”
“No dear I couldn’t hear of such a thing.”
“But you must get work, or something. Do your friends know how things are?”
“There is no one I should care to turn to at the moment.”
“But the people at the Nursing Association?”
Miss Dear flushed and frowned. “Don’t think of them dear. I’ve told you my opinion of the superintendent and the nurses are in pretty much the same box as I am. More than one of them owes me money.”
“But surely if they knew——”
“I tell you I don’t wish to apply to Baker Street at the present time.”