“Who is the tenant of these rooms?” he inquired.
“I am.”
“You will have no objection to his remaining here?” he asked. “A move of any sort would certainly be fatal.”
“Of course not,” Anna said. “Had he better have a nurse? I will be responsible for anything of that sort.”
“If he lives through the next hour,” the doctor answered, “I will send some one. Do you know anything of his friends? Is there any one for whom we ought to send?”
“I know very little of him beyond his name,” Anna answered. “I know nothing whatever of his friends or his home. He used to live in a boarding-house in Russell Square. That is where I first knew him.”
The doctor looked at her thoughtfully. Perhaps for the first time he realized that Anna was by no means an ordinary person. His patient was distinctly of a different order of life. It was possible that his first impressions had not been correct.
“Your name, I believe, is——”
“Pellissier,” Anna answered.