But worse was her dismay when, having closed the front door, the Doctor bolted it and slipped a chain on the bolt.
"The first door to the left, if you please." He stepped past her and pushed it open, and she entered, albeit with quaking knees.

The room--a large and high one--was furnished barely and like an office--with a red flock wall-paper, a brown linoleum on the floor, and in the centre of the linoleum a bulky roll-top desk and a Windsor chair.

Other Windsor chairs stood in array against the walls, and a couple of rosewood bookcases with glass fronts.

There was also by the fireplace an armchair covered with American leather, a rag-work hearth-rug, and a large waste-paper basket stuffed with envelopes and circulars.

Over the mantelshelf hung a print in an Oxford frame, with the title _Suffer Little Children to Come unto Me_, and a large stain of damp in the lower left-hand corner.