THE FRONT HALLWAY.
Mrs. Fox was then put through this weak, trifling examination and brought from the office, convicted. Miss Annie Neville took her turn, and I was again left to the last. I had by this time determined to act as I do when free, except that I would refuse to tell who I was or where my home was.
CHAPTER IX.
AN EXPERT(?) AT WORK.
“Nellie Brown, the doctor wants you,” said Miss Grupe. I went in and was told to sit down opposite Dr. Kinier at the desk.
“What is your name?” he asked, without looking up.
“Nellie Brown,” I replied, easily.
“Where is your home?” writing what I had said down in a large book.
“In Cuba.”
“Oh!” he ejaculated, with sudden understanding—then, addressing the nurse:
“Did you see anything in the papers about her?”