“There's my fee,” cried the doctor.
“How much?”
“A guinea.”
The Admiral threw a pound and a shilling upon the table. “Come, Westmacott,” said he, and they walked together from the room.
“I don't like it,” said Charles, when they found themselves in the street once more; “I don't profess to be a very sharp chap, but this is a trifle too thin. What did he want to go out and speak to the doctor for? And how very convenient this tale of a weak heart was! I believe they are a couple of rogues, and in league with each other.”
“A shark and a pilot fish,” said the Admiral.
“I'll tell you what I propose, sir. There's a lawyer named McAdam who does my aunt's business. He is a very honest fellow, and lives at the other side of Poultry. We'll go over to him together and have his opinion about the whole matter.”
“How far is it to his place?”
“Oh, a mile at least. We can have a cab.”
“A mile? Then we shall see if there is any truth in what that swab of a doctor said. Come, my boy, and clap on all sail, and see who can stay the longest.”