"We have to be very particular about tickets, you know." Evelyn Forbes was a few yards in advance, and impatiently awaiting her escort, when a gentleman approached and spoke to her.
"Miss Forbes, I believe," he said, raising his hat.
"Yes," she answered breathlessly, because the man's garb suggested, before he uttered another syllable, that he was a doctor.

He had a curiously foreign aspect, and spoke with a pronounced lisp.
"I am assistant to Dr.Sinnett," he said, "and he has sent me to take you to the hotel.

This is his car.

Will you come, quick ?" He pointed to a smart limousine drawn up near the exit, and, in his eagerness to be polite, almost pushed the girl toward the open door.
Insensibly, she resisted, and turned to explain matters to Theydon, who had just placated the Cerberus at the gate, and was running alter her.
"Mr.Theydon--" she began.
"There ith no time to wathe, I athure you," said Dr.Sinnett's assistant imperatively.

At that instant Theydon came up.