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"There is no idea of anything of the sort," Mr. Fentolin explained. "It is Inspector Yardley's duty to satisfy himself that Mr. Dunster is here. It is necessary for the inspector to see your patient, so that he can make his report at headquarters." Doctor Sarson bowed. "That is quite simple, sir," he said. "Please step in." They all entered the room, which was large and handsomely furnished.
Next time we go about the country in a saloon car together, I hope we'll have better luck. Say, but I'm groggy about the knees!" "You'd better save your breath," Doctor Sarson advised him grimly. "You haven't any to spare now, and you'll want more than you have before you get to the end of your journey. Carefully down the steps, mind." They helped him into the car.
"If you are relying upon the law," she said, "I think you will find that the law cannot touch him. Mr. Dunster was brought to the house in a perfectly natural manner. He was certainly injured, and injured in a railway accident. Doctor Sarson is a fully qualified surgeon, and he will declare that Mr. Dunster was unfit to travel. If necessary, they will have destroyed the man's intelligence.
They made their way to Mr. Dunster's room. Mr. Fentolin knocked softly at the door. It was opened by the nurse. "How is the patient?" Mr. Fentolin enquired. Doctor Sarson appeared from the interior of the room. "Still unconscious," he reported. "Otherwise, the symptoms are favourable. He is quite unfit," the doctor added, looking steadily at the inspector, "to be removed or questioned."
"I heard the bolts go," Doctor Sarson remarked uneasily. "In that case," Mr. Fentolin declared, "it will indeed be an interesting test of our friend Meekins' boasted strength. Meekins holds his place a very desirable place, too chiefly for two reasons: first his discretion and secondly his muscles. He has never before had a real opportunity of testing the latter. We shall see."
"Bring your chair down the plank-way, close to the water's edge." "My good woman," Mr. Fentolin exclaimed furiously, "I am not in the humour for this sort of thing! Lock up, Sarson, at once; I am in a hurry to get back." "But you will come just this little way," she continued, speaking without any change of tone. "You see, the others are waiting, too.
Some people like to see happy faces around them. It is not every one who appreciates the other things. It is not quite like that with me, eh, Sarson?" His hand fell to his side. Momentarily he had finished his work. He turned around and eyed the doctor, who stood in taciturn silence. "Answer. Answer me," he insisted. The doctor's gloomy face seemed darker still. "You have spoken the truth, Mr.
Mr. Fentolin thoughtfully contemplated the burning end of his cigarette for a moment. "If I believed," he said, "that there was any chance of your statements being accepted, I am afraid I should be compelled, in all our interests, to ask Doctor Sarson to pursue just a step further that experiment into the anatomy of your brain with which he has already trifled." Mr.
Fentolin laid his pen deliberately down. "So soon," he murmured. "Very well, Sarson, I am at his service. Say that I will come at once." Mr. Fentolin lost no time in paying this suggested visit. Mr. John P. Dunster, shaved and clothed, was seated in an easy-chair drawn up to the window of his room, smoking what he was forced to confess was a very excellent cigar.
"That is all we brought," Gerald interposed. "You will bring the dressing-case here at once," Mr. Fentolin directed, "and also my compliments to Doctor Sarson, and any pocket-book or papers which may help us to send a message to the gentleman's friends." Meekins closed the door and departed. Mr. Fentolin turned back towards his nephew.
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