"I'm not going to bed," said Medfield.
Aunt Jane stood arrested——
"I want the doctor," added Medfield warily.
"I'll send for him—soon as you get in," she said placidly. "You come right along."
"No." He put his hands on the arms of the chair and looked at her like a spoiled child.
Aunt Jane regarded him calmly. She went into the corridor and sent word for Miss Canfield to come to her office. Then she went on to the office and took up the receiver and called Dr. Carmon's number; and stood waiting, with bent head, her cap strings reflective.
The head lifted itself—and her face focussed to the little black cup on the desk before her.
"It's about Mr. Medfield—Herman G. Medfield—yes." She said it severely into the blackness. "He won't do as he's told!"
Her ear listened. "Well, that's all right. But you'll have to come.... No, I don't know. He's cross—for one thing!... In half an hour, you say?... Well, that will do, I guess—I can handle him that long." She smiled and hung up the receiver and turned to Miss Canfield and looked at her through her glasses.