Mr. Rockharrt beckoned the best-looking turnout and handed his granddaughter into it.
"Drive to St. L——'s Hospital," he said.
The hackman touched his hat and drove off. In less than fifteen minutes he drew up before the front of St. L——'s.
The hackman jumped down, went up and rang the bell. Then he came back to the carriage and opened the door.
Mr. Rockharrt got out, followed by his granddaughter.
"Wait here!" he said to the hackman, as he went to the door, which was promptly opened by an attendant.
"I wish to see the physician in charge here, or the head of the hospital, or whatever may be his official title," said the Iron King.
"You mean the Rev. Dr. ——"
"Yes, yes; take him my card."