He ran out of the office, followed in more dignified fashion by Mr. Ricaby. While Mrs. Marsh stood looking after them in blank astonishment, trying to guess the reason for this hasty departure, Dr. McMutrie calmly drew off his gloves, and, approaching the desk, saluted the superintendent. "Good morning, Mr. Spencer," he said blandly. "Good morning, doctor," replied the superintendent, bowing. "They're waiting for you impatiently upstairs, sir." The examiner in lunacy turned and looked at Mrs. Marsh, who was still watching Tod and Mr. Ricaby as they hurried through the grounds. "That's my son!" she smiled. "The most extraordinary boy you ever met." Dr. McMutrie smiled. "Yes," he answered dryly, "it seems to me that we've met before. I think--when I was first called into this case." "Oh, yes, Tod told me," she replied quickly. Then she went on: "Doctor, it was very good of you to bring me in here. They wouldn't have let me in, but for you. I am very anxious to see my niece----" "Yes, it is a very interesting case--very interesting, indeed," said the examiner, with a grave shake of the head. Thoughtfully he added: "Sometimes I have my doubts----" "About her sanity?" she demanded, reddening. He nodded gravely. "Really, doctor?" she exclaimed, in well-feigned astonishment. "Then why should she be in such a place as this?" The physician made no reply, but, turning to the superintendent, handed him a bundle of administration papers, which the latter proceeded to read. Mrs. Marsh quietly took a seat, awaiting her opportunity when she could approach the desk and request that Paula be sent for.