The woman's mouth opened wide with her surprise, but whatever remark she was going to make, was stayed by the interruption of noises that proceeded from the waiting room. The door there was opened with a bang, there was the sound of quick footsteps upon the floor, and then someone rapped loudly and insistently with his knuckles upon the consulting room door.
Larose had started from his chair and all the exultation had departed from his face.
“More trouble!” he breathed. “More trouble. But who the devil can it be now?” His pulse slowed down a little. “Still it can't be the man with the bag, for he wouldn't knock, and it can't be a patient either, for he wouldn't be in such a hurry.” He felt the sickening feeling again in his stomach. “Oh! what I'm letting myself in for!”
But there was no
