Stuart drew from his case a card and wrote a message to Nan.
"Imperative that I see Cal at once in the presence of my friend on a matter of grave importance. Please send him down. He is stubborn."
He handed it to the servant and said:
"Take that to Mrs. Bivens."
Bivens came in a few minutes, shook hands cordially with Stuart and ignored Woodman.
"I want to see you alone with the doctor," the young lawyer began, "where we can not possibly be overheard."
The financier's keen eyes looked piercingly from one to the other, and he said curtly:
"I have nothing to say to this man, but for your sake, all right. Come up to the library."
Once in the room and the door closed the doctor sank listlessly into a chair, seeing nothing, hearing nothing. His deep, sunken, bloodshot eyes were turned within. The outer world no longer made any impression.
Stuart plunged at once into his mission.