"Have you been properly discharged?" I asked. "Or is it an escape?"
Gran'pa didn't like the last word. He lit his pipe and puffed at it, furiously.
"I left Dr. Croft's because I've practically recovered and because I never did like hospitals."
"But why did the doctor arrange for me to come and fetch you next Wednesday?"
"I haven't the least idea. I felt extremely well this morning and I thought I would return home. That's all!"
"Couldn't you get a taxi?" I asked.
"Perhaps I'd better explain. After lunch I went out for a stroll and noticed one of these motor scooters in a shop-window. It looked very enticing, George. So I entered the shop and inquired. The man got me to try it down the backyard once or twice."
"Ah! That's the modern enterprising salesman all over. He didn't care whether you broke your neck or not so long as he got your money."
"Nothing of the sort. He thought I wanted it for someone else and even offered to send it."
"How perfectly charming of him!"