That Dr. Lucian could believe. He went to the familiar building over the shop at once.
Felix Menebees was at the door, watching for him, and mysteriously beckoned him inside.
“Thank you very much, Gladys. You can go downstairs,” he said to the small servant, who obediently disappeared.
“Doctor, it’s like as if it had to be,” said Felix impressively, when she was no longer within earshot.
“What?”
“More trouble for poor Mrs. Aviolet. You’d have thought she’d had enough to bear without any more being put upon her. But I’m afraid the governor is very ill.”
“Shall I go up?”
“As a friend, yes. As a physician, not on any account,” said Felix earnestly.
“So that’s it, is it? I suppose he doesn’t know you’ve sent for me?”
“I wouldn’t have him know for the world.”