“Excuse me, doctor,” said Sergeant Digges. “I’ll come back when you’re not busy.”
“Excuse me, Dr. Smith—you have another patient.”
Elizabeth Darrell glanced at Sergeant Digges’s retreating form. She pretended not to see Miss Reed at all.
“It’s Miss Olive. Shall I tell her to come back, or will you see her now?”
“Ask her to come back, if she doesn’t mind.”
Jonas gently disengaged Miss Reed. “I’m going out for a few minutes. I’ll be back in half an hour.”
Elizabeth closed the door.
“Powder your nose, Agatha,” Jonas said. “And get out of here and go back to Baltimore. Just sit tight for a couple of days and let’s see what happens. Where’s Franklin now?”
“In Baltimore.”
Agatha dabbed at her nose with the feather puff she took out of her bag. “I drove down. My car’s outside. He’s…he’s
