Ames said sweetly: “This comes a little late, Miss Beal, but we’re delighted to hear it. And no blame attaches to you, I’m sure, in this gentleman’s mind. But I must remind you that your patient”—he glanced smiling at Gamadge—“must have sent out at least one message.”
“She certainly did not,” said Miss Beal. “Somebody in the family must have talked, that’s all.” But her eyes were still on Gamadge’s, and he thought they held appeal.
He said blandly: “The secrets of the prison-house will remain secrets between Mrs. Glendon Coldfield and myself.”
Susan said wearily: “I wish we could stop this. I feel like one of those hideous people that ran the concentration camps.”
“You needn’t,” snapped her mother. “For all the help you ever were…” She turned to Miss Beal. “All right, nurse,” she said.
