They went outside, and Lieutenant Valcour rapped softly on Mrs. Endicott’s door. It opened a bit, and Nurse Vickers looked out. She saw Dr. Worth and came outside, shutting the door behind her.
“You wanted to see me, Doctor?”
“Yes, Miss Vickers. How is Mrs. Endicott?”
“Quite comfortable, Doctor. She’s breathing as peacefully as a child.”
“There haven’t been any signs of restlessness?”
“Oh, no, Doctor. She hasn’t budged since I’ve been watching her.”
Dr. Worth mildly raised his eyebrows. “That in itself is rather curious,” he said.
“Curious, Doctor?”
“Oh, nothing to be alarmed at, Miss Vickers. You look a little tired. Run downstairs and drink some coffee. The lieutenant, here, will stay with Mrs. Endicott, and you’re not to go back into her room again until he says so.”
“Help!” thought Lieutenant Valcour. As a detective Dr. Worth was a darned fine doctor. Miss Vickers, as he had expected, was instantly curious.
“Something more wrong, Doctor?”
“No Miss Vickers,” Lieutenant Valcour said coldly. “Please do as the doctor instructed, and at once.”
“Oh.”
Nurse Vickers, feeling a little outraged, vanished toward the stairs.