The door of her uncle's bedroom was guarded by his man servant, who allowed her, however, to pass.
Inside the room Phineas Duge was sitting in an easy-chair, carefully dressed, smoking a cigarette, and with a pile of newspapers by his side.
On the table a few feet away was a telephone, the receiver of which he had just laid down.
"Well," he asked, looking up as she entered, "have they made a move yet ?" "I met Mr.Weiss on Fifth Avenue," she said.

"He explained that you were all partners in some business undertaking of very great importance.

Then he went on to say that they could carry it on all right without you, but that they must have one paper, which he said was the key to the position.

He remarked that he had telephoned to you last night about it, and he is quite sure that you will give me orders to find it and give it up to him.

He persuaded me even, you see, to break the doctor's orders." Phineas Duge smiled quietly.
"I am too ill to be disturbed about such things," he said, lighting a fresh cigarette.