“Who're you talking about?”
“McGlory and the rest. When did they come?”
“There hasn't anybody been here.”
“Oh, all right. That's first-rate—would you mind stepping up and telling your wife the doctor has come?”
“You ain't a doctor.”
“Come, my friend, don't contradict. I'm afraid we 'll have to take a look into her room.”
“Oh, you will!”
“Yes. We 'll walk around this floor a little first. Will you entertain him a minute, Smiley?”
Beveridge slipped away, leaving the two standing at the foot of the stairs. He moved from room to room, carrying a lamp which he had found in the front room and had lighted. Soon he returned, set down the lamp where he had found it, and joined Smiley and the farmer. “So Estelle's had her hair cut,” he observed.
Van Deelen shot a glance at him, but Beveridge went easily on. “Now we 'll go upstairs, Dick.”