He opened the paper, and in the middle of the front page read:
A DISCLAIMER FROM MR. BANNISTER.
Sir: I desire to state that the use made by Mr. James Roberts of my poem in your last issue was without my authority or approbation. The poem was written some years ago, and must not be assumed to represent my present view on the subject of which it treats.
I am, sir, your obedient servant,
Dale Bannister.
The Doctor stared at the letter.
"Bannister—Dale Bannister wrote that!" and he flung the paper angrily on the floor. "Give me my hat."
"You're not going——"
"Yes, I am, Ethel. I'm going to find out what this means."
"Hadn't you better wait till you're less——"