"Tell Mrs. Johnson to bring her here." As the old attendant went to obey the order, the superintendent turned to Dr. Zacharie: "Will you wait, doctor?" he asked. The other quickly shook his head. "No," he said. "I don't like that fellow Ricaby. He has a stupid idea that we are opposed to him. May I take this report? I would like to show it to my colleagues when they come." "Certainly, certainly," replied the other. He rose from his desk, indicating by a nod to his stenographer that there would be no further dictation. As the secretary gathered her papers the bell rang. "There's the luncheon bell," said the superintendent. Addressing Dr. Zacharie: "Won't you join us?" "No, thanks," replied the physician. "Send us a copy of the other reports, will you? We shall need them on Friday." Buzz! buzz! Mr. Spencer touched a button and the big doors swung wide open, giving admittance to Mr. Ricaby, who, pale and anxious-looking, advanced quickly into the office. As he came in Dr. Zacharie, a sneer on his lips, made a formal salutation, but it was not returned. Ignoring the physician's presence entirely, the lawyer made his way straight to the superintendent's desk: "I wish to see my client, Miss Marsh," he said, in a firm voice that would brook no refusal. Dr. Zacharie gave a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders and, with a significant smile at the superintendent, went away. "I have sent for Miss Marsh," said the superintendent coldly. "Thank you," replied the lawyer curtly. The air was full of hostility. The superintendent stood in silence at his desk putting away his papers. Mr. Ricaby, taking a seat uninvited, looked around him and shuddered as he thought of the poor girl whose rescue from this dreadful place he was moving heaven and earth to effect. After a few minutes' wait Collins reappeared. Addressing the superintendent, he said: "Miss Marsh will be here directly, sir." "Very well," growled the other. "They can have this room." "Yes, sir." "Who is on watch duty to-day?" demanded the superintendent. "Lockwood at the front gates, sir, and Medwinter patrolling." "Very well," said the superintendent airily. "If you want me I'm at lunch." Then, without so much as a glance at the lawyer, he closed his desk lid with a bang and left the office.