“Too bad, sir, indeed.”
“The nurse is with her to-night?”
“Yes, Mr. Garside, sir.”
“Favor me, Peterson, by tapping on the door and asking her to step into the hall. She gave me a prescription to be filled. I have done so and wish to hand it to her,” said Margate, displaying a vial wrapped in white paper. “I wish to say a word to her about it, something the druggist mentioned.”
“I will call her, sir,” bowed Peterson.
“One moment.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you coming downstairs again?”
“Only to put out the lights, sir, and look after the doors.”
“Do so before you go up, then,” said Margate. “That will save you the trouble of returning.”