A rattling of the knob reminded him that the housekeeper was still waiting.
“Then you really think I’d better let her in?” again whispered the doctor to Tom.
The telephone boy nodded.
“Very well, I will, but say nothing to her about what you told me.”
“I’ll not,” replied Tom.
The doctor unlocked the door. Mrs. Sandow, who had, just as the doctor suspected she would, made her way to the library, was seen standing in a belligerent attitude in that apartment.
“Well, it’s taken you long enough to open the door,” she snapped.
“Yes, we—we were very busy,” said Dr. Spidderkins.
“I’d like to know what that good-for-nothing boy is doing here all the while?” went on the angry woman.
As no one offered to enlighten her she glared at Tom.