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ers of stewed tomatoes and was starting on the seventh. "You know," he said over the seventh, "we've got to figure this thing out. The entire town is solid against us--no use trying to get to a telephone. And anyhow they've got us surrounded. We're in a state of siege." Jane was beating up an egg in milk for the D.T. patient, the capsules being exhausted, and the red-haired person was watching her closely. She had the two vertical lines between her eyes, but they looked really like lines of endeavour and not temper. She stopped beating and looked up. "Couldn't I go to the village?" she asked. "They would stop you." "Then--I think I know what we can do," she said, giving the eggnog a final whisk. "My people have a summer place on the hill. If you could get there you could telephone to the city." "Could I get in?" "I have a key." Jane did not explain that the said key had been left by her father, with the terse hope that if she came to her senses she could get into the house and get her clothes. "Good girl," said the red-headed person and patted her on the shoulder. "We'll euchre the old skate yet." Curiously, Jane did not resent either the speech or the pat. He took the glass and tied on a white apron. "If our friend doesn't drink this, I will," he continued. "If he'd seen it in the making, as I have, he'd be crazy about it." He opened the door and stood listening. From below floated up the refrain: _I--love you o--own--ly, I love--but--you._ "Listen to that!" he said. "Stomach's gone, but still has a heart!" Higgins came up the stairs heavily and stopped close by the red-haired person, whispering something to him. There was a second's pause. Then the red-haired person gave the eggnog to Higgins and both disappeared. Jane was puzzled. She rather thought the furnace man had got out and listened for a scuffle, but none came. She did, however, hear the singing cease below, and then commence with renewed vigour, and she heard Higgins slowly remounting the stairs. He came in, with the empty glass and a sheepish expression. Part of the eggnog was distributed over his person. "He wants his nurse, ma'am," said Higgins. "Wouldn't let me near him. Flung a pillow at me." "Where is the doctor?" demanded Jane. "Busy," replied Higgins. "One of the women is sick." Jane was provoked. She had put some labour into the eggnog. But it shows the curious evolution going on
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