"From to-night I take charge of this case."
Mrs. Armine stood up. She was taller than Isaacson, and now she stood looking down upon him.
"Nigel won't have you!" she said.
"He must."
"He won't—unless I wish it."
"You will never wish it."
"No."
"But you will pretend to wish it."
She continued to look down in silence. At last she breathed, "Why?"
"Because, if you don't, I shall not send for another doctor. I shall send for the police authorities."