"What kind of a case?" he asked.
"I believe you are wanted to help increase and multiply," I answered.
"Should have told me at once. Got the wrong bag!" he reproved me, disappearing. At once he returned. I went out first, and he followed me, slamming the door with a sound that reverberated through the quiet street, and we sprinted off. I used the key with a shaking hand.
"Top floor," I informed him.
"All my patients seem to live on top floors," he replied.
At the woman's door I knocked.
"I—I have brought you assistance," I told her. "This—this young gentleman knows all about such things; he's a doctor. I—I'll be in the next room, if there's anything else I can do for you."
"Is there no woman in the place?" inquired the young man.
"No. Only some girls who know nothing save the price of caramels and the intricacies of tango. But I can find one inside of twenty minutes; I'll go and get her."
"That's good," he assented cheerfully, going to his patient, who looked at him in some fear.