Again his face twisted, but he seemed to gather hold of himself.
“You are as crazy as ever—that’s all rot!” he said huskily, with a denying sweep of a clinched hand. “But what do you want?”
“Three things. First, that you have the filter put back in commission. Let’s at least do what we can to prevent any more danger from that source.”
“The filter is useless. Besides, I am no official, and have nothing to do with it.”
“It is in perfect condition, and you have everything to do with it,” she returned steadily.
He swallowed. “I’ll suggest it to the mayor.”
“Very well; that is settled. To the next point. Have you heard that Mrs. Sherman is sick?”
“Yes.”
“She wants her husband.”
“Well?”