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The doctor and his companion exchanged glances. "I'm very busy just at present," he said, slowly. "We'll look in some time and take our chance of catching him awake." Mrs. Scutts bowed them out, and in some perplexity returned to Mr. Flynn. "I don't like the look of 'em," she said, shaking her head. "You'd better stay in bed till Bill comes 'ome in case they come back."
He closed his eyes languidly, and kept them closed until the men had departed. "Can't you walk, Bill?" inquired the tearful Mrs. Scutts. Her husband shook his head. "You go and fetch the doctor," he said, slowly. "That new one round the corner." "He looks such a boy," objected Mrs. Scutts. "You go and fetch 'im," said Mr. Scutts, raising his voice. "D'ye hear!" "But " began his wife.
Scutts was conveyed over his own doorstep and placed on the sofa. "All the others went off home on their own legs," said one of the strangers, reproachfully. "He said he couldn't walk, and he wouldn't go to a hospital." "Wanted to die at home," declared the sufferer. "I ain't going to be cut about at no 'ospitals." The two strangers stood by watching him; then they looked at each other.
Scutts was conveyed over his own doorstep and placed on the sofa. "All the others went off home on their own legs," said one of the strangers, reproachfully. "He said he couldn't walk, and he wouldn't go to a hospital." "Wanted to die at home," declared the sufferer. "I ain't going to be cut about at no 'ospitals." The two strangers stood by watching him; then they looked at each other.
Why, he was 'arf smiling as we, carried 'im up the stairs." "You're a liar," said Mr. Scutts, opening his eyes. "All right, mate," said the furniture-remover; "all right. There's no call to get annoyed about it. Good old English pluck, I call it. Where d'you feel the pain?" "All over," said Mr. Scutts, briefly.
Flynn listened in silent approval. "They mightn't come for a week," he said, dismally. "It's all right for you, but where do I come in? Halves?" Mr. Scutts had a rush of blood to the head. "You leave it to me, mate," he said, controlling himself by an effort. "If I get ten quid, say, you shall have 'arf." "And suppose you get more?" demanded the other. "We'll see," said Mr. Scutts, vaguely. Mr.
"I don't want no 'ospitals," gasped Mr. Scutts, "I'm going to have my own doctor." "Of course the company will pay the doctor's bill," said one of the strangers to Mrs. Scutts, "or they'll send their own doctor. I expect he'll be all right to-morrow." "I 'ope so," said Mr. Scutts, "but I don't think it. Thank you for bringing of me 'ome."
"His pore back don't seem no better, sir," she said in a low voice. "Can't you do something for it?" "Let me have a look at it," said the doctor. "Undo your shirt." Mr. Flynn, with slow fingers, fumbled with the button at his neck and looked hard at Mrs. Scutts. "She can't bear to see me suffer," he said, in a feeble voice, as she left the room.
Scutts could think of a reply suitable for an invalid and, at the same time, bristling with virility. A sinful and foolish desire to leap out of bed and help Mr. Flynn downstairs made him more rubicund than ever. He sent for the club doctor next morning, and, pending his arrival, partook of a basin of arrowroot and drank a little beef-tea.
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