“You think so?”
“Sure. I don’t pose as an expert, but if I had the money I’d play Grundy to win for a thousand dollars.”
“I used to imagine I could pick the winners,” laughed Adamson. “I think every man passes through that stage.”
“Yes, and the sooner he passes it the better,” smiled Stalton.
“Exactly.”
For a few seconds the physician smoked in silence.
“What’s the matter with me, doctor?” asked Stalton, at length.
“Are you prepared for my verdict?” replied Adamson, somewhat seriously.
“Well—yes—that’s why I sent for you. I know you will tell me.”
“No matter how serious, I presume you would rather know the truth?”