“Isthereanythingmore，“thedoctorasked，“thatcanbedoneforyourcomfort？“
“Nothingatpresent，“Mr。Dunsterreplied。“Myheadachesnow，butIthinkthatIshallwanttoleavebeforethreedaysareup。Areyouthedoctorintheneighbourhood？“
Sarsonshookhishead。
“IamphysiciantoMr。Fentolin’shousehold，“heansweredquietly。
“Ilivehere。Mr。Fentolinishimselfsomewhatofaninvalidandrequiresconstantmedicalattention。“