"Yes: that's a funny joke," returned the other, unmoved; "but did you ever hear of any one sneaking D-T cases across the county line at night to a pest-house run by a political friend of O'Farrell's?" "Can't say I have." "Or burying the dead in quicklime?" "Quicklime? What's this, 'Clarion' sensationalism?" "Don't be young. I'm telling you. Quicklime. Canadaga County." Not only had Dr.

Meantime from his office Dr. Surtaine had, after several attempts, succeeded in getting the Medical Office of Canadaga County on the telephone. "Hello! That you, Doctor Simons? Seen O'Farrell? Yes; you ought to get in touch with him right away Three more cases going over to you. Oh, they're there, are they? You're isolating them, aren't you? Pest-house? That's all right.

The quack spread his hands abroad in a blank gesture. "False alarm. Couple of cases of typhoid and some severe tonsillitis, that looked like diphtheria." "People die of tonsillitis, do they?" "Sometimes." "And are buried?" "Naturally." "What in?" "Why, in coffins, I suppose." "Then why were these bodies buried in quicklime?" "What bodies?" "Last week's lot." "You mean in Canadaga County?

"Might be interesting to publish." "I'll send you a full statement of what I got about the burials in Canadaga County," promised Dr. Elliot. "Coming along, Mr. Hale?" "No. I want to speak to Mr. Ellis about another matter." The clergyman waited until the physician had left and then said, "It's about Milly Neal." "Well, what about her?" "I thought you could tell me. Or perhaps Mr. Surtaine."