I moved noiselessly towards the door, trying to pass behind him unnoticed. But, alert as ever, his quick ears detected me. With a sudden start, he raised his head and glanced round. “What! you here?” he cried, taken aback. For a second he appeared almost to lose his self-possession.
“I came for my clinical,” I answered, with an unconcerned air. “I have somehow managed to mislay it in the laboratory.”
My carefully casual tone seemed to reassure him. He peered about him with knit brows. “Cumberledge,” he asked at last, in a suspicious voice, “did you hear that woman?”
“The woman in 93? Delirious?”
“No, no. Nurse Wade?”
“Hear her?” I echoed, I must candidly admit with intent to deceive. “When she broke the basin?”
His forehead relaxed. “Oh! it is nothing,” he muttered, hastily. “A mere point of discipline. She spoke to me just now, and I thought her tone unbecoming in a subordinate.... Like Korah and his crew, she takes too much upon her.... We must get rid of her, Cumberledge; we must get rid of her. She is a dangerous woman!”
“She is the most intelligent nurse we have ever had in the place, sir,” I objected, stoutly.
He nodded his head twice. “Intelligent—je vous l'accorde; but dangerous—dangerous!”
Then he turned to his papers, sorting them out one by one with a preoccupied face and twitching fingers. I recognised that he desired to be left alone, so I quitted the laboratory.