"What is it?" demanded Susan, with growing terror.
"Go to your own room immediately and remain there for the present," he ordered. "I must see Miss Hargreave alone."
He opened the door and Susan passed out bewilderedly. He returned to Florence, who was even more bewildered than her companion. The doctor began to ask her questions; how she slept, if she was thirsty, felt pains in her back. She answered all these questions vaguely. Not the slightest suspicion entered her head that she was being hoodwinked. Why should she entertain any suspicion? This doctor, who seemed kindly and benevolent, who had prescribed for Susan and benefited her, why should she doubt him?
"In heaven's name, tell me what is the matter?" she pleaded.
"Stay here for a little while and I'll be back. Under no circumstances leave your room till I return."
He paced out into the hall, to meet the frantic Susan.
"We must see the manager at once," he replied to her queries. "And we must be extremely quiet about it. There must be no excitement. You had better go to your room. You must not go into Miss Hargreave's. Tell me, where have you been? Have you been trying to do any charitable work among the poorer classes?"
"Only once," admitted Susan, now on the verge of tears.
"Only once is sufficient. Come; we'll go and see the manager together."
They arrived at the desk, and the manager was summoned.