"I understand."
"Nothing more need be said about it?"
"Nothing more," Dr. Marcellin assured her. "If you will come in I will give you your instructions. Mademoiselle Duval will soon be here."
"Is she necessary?" inquired Marjory. "I have engaged the next apartment for myself and maid."
"That is very good, but—Mademoiselle Duval is necessary for the present. Will you come in?"
She followed the doctor into Monsieur Covington's room. There the odor of ether hung still heavier.
She heard him muttering a name. She listened to catch it.
"Edhart," he called. "Oh, Edhart!"