"What do you mean?" said The Don, knowing only too well.
"About the hospital funds, you know. In fact, they are saying—"
At this point the nurse came running in.
"Mr. Macgregor wants you, doctor, at once," she cried, and The Don hurried in to him.
"Go and tell the Sergeant to wait," Shock said to the nurse, and she went out leaving The Don alone with him.
"Don," said Shock, "I know all about it. Don't speak. Here," taking the roll of bills from under his pillow, "here is the hospital money. Quick! Don't ask questions now. Go to the Sergeant. Go! go!"
"Nothing wrong?" asked the Sergeant anxiously, when The Don had returned.
"Oh, no," said The Don. "Nothing serious. You were speaking about some hospital funds?"
"Why, yes, the fact is, they are—it's an ugly thing to say—they are charging you with misappropriation of those funds."
"Oh, they are?" said The Don, who had by this time got back his nerve. "Well, Sergeant, let them come on. The accounts will be ready. And, indeed, I shall be glad to turn over the funds to yourself now. Excuse me a moment." He went to his desk and brought out a pass book. "This shows all the subscriptions, about two hundred dollars, I think. And here," he said, drawing the bills out of his pocket, "you will find the whole amount."