"I think likely—it's a woman," she said, smoothing the coat.
He stopped abruptly and looked at her. "Anybody been here?"
"Yes—a widow."
The doctor grunted a little. "Who let her in?"
"Well—I don't know that she upset him," said Aunt Jane. "Something did! You can find out, I guess." Her gaze was approvingly mild.
He relaxed a little.
"You want I should come with you?" she asked.
"No," hastily, "I'll send for you—if I need anything. Miss Canfield's around, I suppose."
"Yes, she's there, I guess. She's there most of the time," said Aunt Jane. Her face was non-committal.
But he glanced at it sharply. Then he went down to Suite A.