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She
shrugged
her
shoulders
,
as
pleased
at
this
question
as
she
had
been
for
several
years
.
"
Some
time
.
But
I
only
play
so
-
so
.
"
They
knew
that
she
did
not
play
at
all
—
she
had
had
two
sisters
who
were
brilliant
musicians
,
but
she
had
never
been
able
to
learn
the
notes
when
they
had
been
young
together
.
From
the
workshop
Dick
went
to
visit
the
Eglantine
and
the
Beeches
.
Exteriorly
these
houses
were
as
cheerful
as
the
others
;
Nicole
had
designed
the
decoration
and
the
furniture
on
a
necessary
base
of
concealed
grills
and
bars
and
immovable
furniture
.
She
had
worked
with
so
much
imagination
—
the
inventive
quality
,
which
she
lacked
,
being
supplied
by
the
problem
itself
—
that
no
instructed
visitor
would
have
dreamed
that
the
light
,
graceful
filagree
work
at
a
window
was
a
strong
,
unyielding
end
of
a
tether
,
that
the
pieces
reflecting
modern
tubular
tendencies
were
stancher
than
the
massive
creations
of
the
Edwardians
—
even
the
flowers
lay
in
iron
fingers
and
every
casual
ornament
and
fixture
was
as
necessary
as
a
girder
in
a
skyscraper
.
Her
tireless
eyes
had
made
each
room
yield
up
its
greatest
usefulness
.
Complimented
,
she
referred
to
herself
brusquely
as
a
master
plumber
.
For
those
whose
compasses
were
not
depolarized
there
seemed
many
odd
things
in
these
houses
.
Doctor
Diver
was
often
amused
in
the
Eglantine
,
the
men
’
s
building
—
here
there
was
a
strange
little
exhibitionist
who
thought
that
if
he
could
walk
unclothed
and
unmolested
from
the
Êtoile
to
the
Place
de
la
Concorde
he
would
solve
many
things
—
and
,
perhaps
,
Dick
thought
,
he
was
quite
right
.
His
most
interesting
case
was
in
the
main
building
.
The
patient
was
a
woman
of
thirty
who
had
been
in
the
clinic
six
months
;
she
was
an
American
painter
who
had
lived
long
in
Paris
.
They
had
no
very
satisfactory
history
of
her
.
A
cousin
had
happened
upon
her
all
mad
and
gone
and
after
an
unsatisfactory
interlude
at
one
of
the
whoopee
cures
that
fringed
the
city
,
dedicated
largely
to
tourist
victims
of
drug
and
drink
,
he
had
managed
to
get
her
to
Switzerland
.
On
her
admittance
she
had
been
exceptionally
pretty
—
now
she
was
a
living
agonizing
sore
.
All
blood
tests
had
failed
to
give
a
positive
reaction
and
the
trouble
was
unsatisfactorily
catalogued
as
nervous
eczema
.
For
two
months
she
had
lain
under
it
,
as
imprisoned
as
in
the
Iron
Maiden
.
She
was
coherent
,
even
brilliant
,
within
the
limits
of
her
special
hallucinations
.
She
was
particularly
his
patient
.
During
spells
of
overexcitement
he
was
the
only
doctor
who
could
"
do
anything
with
her
.
"
Several
weeks
ago
,
on
one
of
many
nights
that
she
had
passed
in
sleepless
torture
Franz
had
succeeded
in
hypnotizing
her
into
a
few
hours
of
needed
rest
,
but
he
had
never
again
succeeded
.
Hypnosis
was
a
tool
that
Dick
had
distrusted
and
seldom
used
,
for
he
knew
that
he
could
not
always
summon
up
the
mood
in
himself
—
he
had
once
tried
it
on
Nicole
and
she
had
scornfully
laughed
at
him
.
The
woman
in
room
twenty
could
not
see
him
when
he
came
in
—
the
area
about
her
eyes
was
too
tightly
swollen
.
She
spoke
in
a
strong
,
rich
,
deep
,
thrilling
voice
.
