"Why should I bother to let you cross-examine me?"
It quieted Alan. "I know she's here. What you mean is, I have no right to demand seeing her."
Turber bowed ironically.
"I can get that fixed up," said Alan.
"Perhaps."
"Oh, I think I can." Alan was smiling now, with recovered poise. "In the first place, she is undoubtedly a public charge until her identity is established. Why Bellevue sent her to you, I can't imagine—"
"That, like everything else you are saying, is none of your business."
"But I intend to make it my business. They'll give Williams and me an order to see her." Quite evidently Alan knew his ground. "Come on, Ed—we're wasting time. Let's go see what they say at Bellevue. There are a lot of things about this I don't understand."
Turber said abruptly: "If you come as a friend, Tremont—"