"No result yet. Particulars given to-morrow."
Singleton didn't sleep much that night. He made up for the loss in the morning. Before he was dressed a message summoned him to the chief.
At Whitehall he learned that Miss Ellis had been waiting there that morning before the doors were opened. She had sent in her card a good hour and a half before the chief arrived, but she refused point-blank to see any one else. The chief passed her waiting there in the hall. He had her in.
"You ought to hear the chief!" Singleton said grimly to Napier that afternoon. Singleton himself had enjoyed the privilege of "hearing the chief." She had come "to demand an extension of privilege for that woman, a doctor and so on."
The chief talked with her long enough to make up his mind she was no good for the business.
"He didn't spare her, I'm afraid. He says she cheeked him. Can't imagine it, can you?"
Napier couldn't say.
"Well, I said he must have misunderstood. I reminded him she was an American. The chief says in one breath she told him he was inhuman and in the next demanded a permit to take a doctor to the prison.
"'Oh, I know,' she interrupted, 'you're going to say they've got a doctor—'
"'I beg your pardon, that was not in the least what I was going to say.'