"You've told us you are doomed. Well, you're going to die with a full stomach."
"But the doctor—"
"Bother the doctor! I'm your doctor, now, and I won't send in a bill, thank your stars."
He looked at her with his sad little smile.
"Isn't this a rather high-handed proceeding, Miss Doyle?"
"Perhaps."
"I haven't employed you as my physician, you know."
"True. But you've deliberately put yourself in my power."
"How?"
"In the first place, you tagged us here to this hotel."