Dr. Carmon and Aunt Jane stood in the sitting-room of Suite A. The door
to the bedroom was ajar, and through it Miss Canfield could be seen
moving about and waiting on Herman Medfield.
Aunt Jane went quietly to the door and drew it together with noiseless
touch. "How is he?" she asked.
"All right. There's nothing the matter--that I can find out." Dr. Carmon
shrugged his shoulders a little. "Temperature normal--no change, you
see." He pointed to the chart lying on the table, and ran his finger
along the lines. "Pulse good. Slept like a top, Miss Canfield says."
"She's to go on ward duty to-day," said Aunt Jane.