“I am not likely to forget. I will call to see you to-morrow evening.”
The doctor ran down-stairs and let himself out of the house. Nurse Ives went softly back to the room where the child who was supposed to be dead lay. Having entered, she locked the door. She remained in the room for a few minutes and then went down-stairs. The footman was in the hall.
“Are you going out, nurse?” he asked.
“Yes; but I shall be back in an hour.”
“We shall all be glad to retire early to-night,” said the man. “I, for one, am dead tired.”
“Of course you are, and you need not sit up. I am leaving to-night, but not yet.”
“Then, of course, one of us must stay up to see you out?”
“That is not necessary. If you leave the door on the latch I shall let myself out, and I have a latch-key with me. I have a little business to transact now, but will be back again. I shall desire a cab to call for me when I am ready. Go to bed, Thomas. I can manage for myself.”
The man nodded, and the nurse left the house. She hailed a cab, and drove straight to her own rooms in Goodge Street. She made certain preparations there, and then left the house. The same cabby brought her back to Ashley Mansions.
“I shall want you to wait,” she said to the man. “I shall be leaving very soon.”