Her ear listened. "Well, that's all right. But you'll have to come.... No, I don't know. He's cross--for one thing!... In half an hour, you say?... Well, that will do, I guess--I can handle him that long." She smiled and hung up the receiver and turned to Miss Canfield and looked at her through her glasses. "What is the matter with him?" she asked. The nurse shook her head. "He was all right until half an hour ago. I took him his medicine then," she replied. "It's the widow!" said Aunt Jane. Miss Canfield glanced at her inquiringly. "The one who was----?" "Visiting him--yes. You saw her?" Miss Canfield smiled. "Yes." Aunt Jane nodded. "She's done it, somehow." Her face grew reflective. "I hadn't ought to have let her in," she said softly. "You had more sense than I did about that." "I wondered a little why you did it," said Miss Canfield safely. "Well--" Aunt Jane considered. "I thought maybe he needed stirring up a little--so he would get along faster. I didn't mean to stir him up quite so much," she added reflectively. "I didn't know he'd act like this.... He's always making a fuss!" she added disapprovingly. Miss Canfield's face grew defensive. She turned it away. "I had thought he was a very good patient," she said quietly. Aunt Jane's glance flashed at her. The muslin cap covered a question. "I don't know as he's any better than any other patient," she said, watching her critically.... "He ought to be good--with his Suite--and everybody running and waiting on him all the time!" A bell tinkled and buzzed on the board in the hall. Aunt Jane's cap turned toward it. "That's him now, I suppose, wanting something!" The nurse went to the board and scanned it. She reached up and threw off the number and turned down the hall toward Suite A. Aunt Jane's gaze followed her reflectively. Then she turned to her desk. When Dr. Carmon arrived she was sitting quietly at work on her books. "What's up?" he said brusquely as he came in. "I hope you'll find out," said Aunt Jane. Her tone was tranquil. He shrugged his shoulders and removed his coat--throwing it carelessly across a chair. He took up his little black bag. Aunt Jane regarded the coat disapprovingly. She went across and shook it out and laid it in neat folds. "I think likely--it's a woman," she said, smoothing the coat. He stopped abruptly and looked at her. "Anybody been here?" "Yes--a widow." The doctor grunted a little. "Who let her in?" "Well--I don't _know_ that she upset him," said Aunt Jane. "Something did! You can find out, I guess." Her gaze was approvingly mild. He relaxed a little. "You want I should come with you?" she asked. "No," hastily, "I'll send for you--if I need anything. Miss Canfield's around, I suppose." "Yes, she's there, I guess. She's there most of the time," said Aunt Jane. Her face was non-committal. But he glanced at it sharply. Then he went down to Suite A.