heard the sound of a hammer on metal as the maid opened the door. She flew to the surgery. Amidst the stillness of heavy oak furniture and dark Turkey carpet floated the confirming smell. There it was all about the spittoon and the red velvet covered chair and the bracket table, a horrible confusion--and blood stains, blood blotted serviettes, forceps that made her feel sick and faint. Summoning up her strength she gathered up the serviettes and flung them into a basket behind the instrument cabinet. She was dabbing at the stains on the American cloth cover of the bracket when Mr. Orly came swinging in, putting on his grey frock-coat and humming Gunga Din as he came. "Regular field day" he said cheerfully. "I shan't want those things--just pop 'em out of sight." He turned up the cupboard gas and in a moment a stream of boiling water hissed down into the basin filling the room with steam. "I say, has this man got a chart? Don't throw away those teeth. Just look at this--how's that for twisted? Just look here." He took up an object to which Miriam forced reluctant eyes, grotesquely formed fangs protruding from the enclosing blades of a huge forceps. "How's that eh?" Miriam made a sympathetic sound. Gathering the many forceps he detached their contents putting the relic into a bottle of spirit and the rest into the hidden basket. The forceps went head first into a jar of carbolic and Miriam breathed more freely. "I'll see to those. I say has this man got a chart?" "I'll see" said Miriam eagerly making off with the appointment book. She returned with the chart. Mr. Orly hummed and looked. "Right. Tell 'em to send him in. I say, vi got any gold and tin?" Miriam consulted the box in a drawer in the cabinet. It was empty. "I'm afraid you haven't" she said guiltily. "All right, I'll let y'know. Send 'im in," and he resumed Gunga Din over the wash-hand basin. Mr. Hancock's bell was ringing in her room and she hurried off with a sign to the little maid waiting with raised eyebrows in the hall. Darting into her room she took the foils from the safe, laid them on a clean serviette amongst the litter on her table and ran upstairs. Mr. Leyton opened his door as she passed "I say, can you feed for me" he asked breathlessly, putting out an anxious head. "I'll come down in a minute" promised Miriam from the stairs. Mr. Hancock was drying his hands. He sounded his bell as she came in. The maid answered. "I'm so sorry" began Miriam. "Show up Mr. Green" said Mr. Hancock down the speaking tube. "You remember there's Lady Cazalet?" said Miriam relieved and feeling she was making good her carelessness in the matter of the appointment card.