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Irechester attributed to him, had left it on the parlor table while he helped Mr. Saffron on with his coat in the passage, and the Sergeant had swiftly and surreptitiously lifted it up. It was very light, obviously empty, or, at all events, holding only featherweight contents.
For my part, I think Beaumaroy's just drifting. He'll take the gifts of fortune if they come, but I don't think there's much deliberate design about it. Ah, now you're smiling in a superior way, Doctor Mary! I charge you with secret knowledge. Or are you puffed up by having superseded Irechester?" "I was never so distressed and well, embarrassed at anything in my life."
As a merely medical question of some interest, I wonder if such a symptom or sign of er irritability could be intermittent, coming and going with the er fits! Irechester didn't say anything on that point. Have you any opinion?" "None. I don't know. I should like to ask Dr. Irechester." Then, with a sudden smile, she amended, "No, I shouldn't!" "And why not, pray? Professional etiquette?"
And, anyhow, his medical adviser tells me there is no reason to suppose that my old friend is not compos mentis." "Irechester says that?" "Mr. Saffron's medical attendant is Dr. Arkroyd." As he spoke the noise from above suddenly ceased. Since neither of the men in the parlor spoke, there ensued a minute of what seemed intense silence; it was such a change.
What they call the educational ladder! That explains it. By the way, I'm thinking of changing our doctor." "Good job, too. I 'ate that Irechester. Stares at you, that chap does." "Does he stare at your eyes?" asked Beaumaroy thoughtfully. "I don't know that he does at my eyes particularly. Nothing wrong with 'em, is there?" The Sergeant sounded rather truculent.
He went out, to give it to the Sergeant, and, when he came back, found her seated in the big chair by the fire. "The present little attack is nothing, Mr. Beaumaroy," she said. "Stomachic with a little fever; if he takes what I've prescribed, he ought to be all right in the morning. But I suppose you know that there is valvular disease quite definite? Didn't Dr. Irechester tell you?"
My round in the morning generally sees me through except for emergencies, births and deaths, and so on. You see, my predecessor, poor Christian Evans, never had more than the leavings, and that's all I've got. I believe the real doctor, the old-established one, Dr. Irechester, was angry at first with Dr. Evans for coming; he didn't want a rival.
Suddenly she recollected that he had also seemed to hint that they were more alarming than Irechester appeared to appreciate; she had not taken much notice of that hint at the time, but now it recurred to her very distinctly. There was no suggestion of the sort in Beaumaroy's letter. Beaumaroy had written a letter that could be shown to Irechester!
"No, pride. Dr. Irechester laughed at me. I think I see why now; and perhaps why Mr. Beaumaroy " She broke off abruptly, the slightest gesture of her hand warning Naylor also to be silent. Having said good-bye to his friends by the window, Beaumaroy was sauntering across the room to pay the like courtesy to herself and Naylor.
"Well, that, if you ask me, does look a bit queer. Sort of fits in with Alec's theory." Mary's discretion gave way a little. "Or with Mr. Beaumaroy's? Which is that I'm a fool, I think." "And that Irechester isn't?" His eyes twinkled in good-humored malice. "Talking of what this and that person thinks of himself and of others, Irechester thinks himself something of an alienist."
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