When the nurse came in, he glanced up and motioned courteously to the table.
"You may take it away, please."
She looked at the untouched food and lifted the tray without comment. At the door she paused, at a word from the window.
The man had turned over his paper, and he glanced down another column as he said carelessly:
"And—ah—would you be kind enough to telephone to my house for a box of cigars. I seem to have forgotten to bring any."
The nurse waited the merest fraction of a second. "I will see if they are on your order," she said quietly, and went out.
He lifted his eyes a trifle and returned to his paper.
The nurse closed the two doors of Suite A noiselessly behind her. She went down the corridor, bearing the rejected tray.
Half-way down the corridor she encountered a plump figure.
Aunt Jane's mild glance rested on the tray. "Anything the matter with it?" she asked.