“What do you think of him as a doctor?” Edwin questioned.
“Seems all right,” said Charlie, with a fine brief effort to be patronising.
“He’s got a great reputation down here,” Edwin said quietly.
“Yes, yes. I should say he’s quite all right.”
Five.
“How came it that Mrs Cannon came and rummaged you out?” Edwin knew that he would blush, and so he reached up for his whisky, and drank, adding: “The old man still clings to his old brand of Scotch.”
“My dear fellow, I know no more than you. I was perfectly staggered—I can tell you that. I hadn’t seen her since before she was married. Only heard of her again just lately through Janet. I suppose it was Janet who told her I was at Ealing. It’s an absolute fact that just at the first blush I didn’t even recognise her.”
“Didn’t you?” Edwin wondered how this could be.
“I did not. She came into our surgery, as if she’d come out of the next room and I’d seen her only yesterday, and she just asked me to come away with her at once to Bursley. I thought she was off her nut, but she wasn’t. She showed me your telegram.”