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"Have you heard from Mrs. Ellmother?" "Yes." "You don't mean to say you have answered her?" "I have done better than that, doctor I have seen her this morning." "And consented to be her reference, of course?" "How well you know me!" Doctor Allday was a philosopher: he kept his temper. "Just what I might have expected," he said. "Eve and the apple!
Take the medicine that I shall prescribe; pay a little more attention to eating and drinking than ladies usually do; don't run upstairs, and don't fatigue yourself by violent exercise and I see no reason why you shouldn't live to be an old woman." "God forbid!" the lady said to herself. She turned away, and looked out of the window with a bitter smile. Doctor Allday wrote his prescription.
What's the matter with the pretty young mistress?" he asked, in his most abrupt manner, when Mrs. Ellmother opened the door. "Is it love? or jealousy? or a new dress with a wrinkle in it?" "You will hear about it, sir, from Miss Emily herself. I am forbidden to say anything." "But you mean to say something for all that?" "Don't joke, Doctor Allday!
It would not be amiss to see a little more of Mr. Morris, on the first convenient occasion. "I am glad to make your acquaintance, sir." "You are very kind, Doctor Allday."
Alban listened with surprise and with some little doubt, which he thought it wise not to acknowledge. "The report of the inquest alludes to a 'relative' who claimed the body," he said. "Was that 'relative' the person who deceived Miss Emily? And was the person her aunt?" "I must leave you to take your own view," Doctor Allday replied.
After a little reflection, Doctor Allday returned, without any apparent reason, to the subject of his last visit to Emily. She suspects Miss Jethro of knowing more about that damnable murder than Miss Jethro is willing to acknowledge. If you want to produce the right effect on her " he looked hard at Alban and checked himself once more. "Well? what am I to do?"
"She has begun the examination of the papers already," he said. "Then I can be of no further use to you," Miss Jethro rejoined. She made a second attempt to leave the room. Doctor Allday turned to the next page of the letter. "Stop!" he cried. "She has found something and here it is." He held up a small printed Handbill, which had been placed between the first and second pages.
She remembered sorrowfully how Doctor Allday had disturbed her belief in the man who loved her; no feeling of irritation remained. Alban noticed that her manner was unusually subdued; she received him with her customary grace, but not with her customary smile. "Are you not well?" he asked. "I am a little out of spirits," she replied. "A disappointment that is all."
He gave the promise. "I want to know one thing, first," Miss Jethro proceeded. "Did she tell you as she once told me that her father had died of heart-complaint?" "Yes." "Did you put any questions to her?" "I asked how long ago it was." "And she told you?" "She told me." "You wish to know, Doctor Allday, what discoveries Miss Emily may yet make, among her aunt's papers.
Ellmother!" she exclaimed. "What an extraordinary name!" cried Francine. "Who is she?" "My aunt's old servant." "Does she want a situation?" Emily looked at some lines of writing at the back of the card. Doctor Allday had rightly foreseen events. Rejected by the doctor, Mrs. Ellmother had no alternative but to ask Emily to help her.
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