"Tige understands the 'biz' if any one ever did," said the bullet-headed attendant, laughing gayly. "But, I say, ain't yer hungry? 'Cos if yer ain't, there's no good of my stayin' here with this grub, which yer hain't touched these last ten minutes."
But, although he badgered Helen, he did not take his departure with the food.
He knew better than that.
Tige had ordered the food taken to Helen, and if she cared to eat it he dared not leave until she had done so.
The old hag wanted to do nothing as yet that could in any way injure Helen or disable her.
She made a point of doing with her patients exactly as was ordered by her customers, and Brown had as yet not told her what he wanted done with Helen.
Brown was expected when night had again fallen, and the hag's expectations were not amiss.
Brown came.
At once he was closeted with the hag.
"Come, Brown, spit out just what you want," Tige impatiently said, some minutes later. "I positively refuse to act on hints, so you might's well say plumply what you want."