And then the door opened and Mainwaring came in.
“Does Lizzie agree?” he asked eagerly.
“Yes, Bill—she agrees,” said Jimmy. “What do you think of him?”
“As far as I can see there is every hope that an operation will be completely successful. There is evidently pressure on the right side of the skull which can be removed. I’ll operate early to-morrow morning. Keep him quiet to-night—and make him sleep, Lizzie, if you can.”
“What d’yer think, mister?” she said scornfully. “Ain’t I done it fer a year?”
Without another word she left the room, and the two men stood staring at one another.
“Will she play the game, Jimmy!” Mainwaring was lighting a cigarette.
“Yes—she’ll play the game,” answered Lethbridge slowly. “She’ll play the game—poor little kid!”
“What terms are they on—those two?” The doctor looked at him curiously.
“I think,” said Lethbridge even more slowly, “that that is a question we had better not inquire into too closely.”