“What did she say to that?” asked Charlot.
“She didn’t say anything.” Dr. Kantripp glanced at the constable. “She doesn’t say very much.”
“I know,” agreed Charlot. “She just stares. It’s rather alarming.”
“Do you know if she’s in the habit of taking anything? Ah — aspirin? Anything to make her sleep?”
“I don’t know,” said Charlot sharply. “Why?”
“Oh, I merely thought that if there was anything already prescribed she might as well go on with the same dosage.”
“Tinkerton would know.”
“She doesn’t know of anything.”
“Dr. Kantripp,” Charlot began, “what are you—” She was interrupted with some violence by Stephen.
“ What’s that?” he demanded loudly. “ Listen!”