"Where to?" asked the cabby.
"To Dr. Moloney's," said he, having heard of that gentleman's name.
"I want you to examine my ears," he said, when he found himself in the doctor's consulting room.
"What's the matter?" replied the doctor, removing the bandages. "Phew "—he whistled, when he saw the damage.
"What is it, doctor?"
"You're branded for life. Who did it?" and the doctor passed him a hand-mirror to see for himself.
The sight that met Wyck's eyes nearly made him faint with rage and terror.
"Who did it?" asked the doctor, again.
Then Wyck told him the story, at least his own version of it, and in such a manner that the doctor's indignation was at once aroused.
"Come down to the Police Station and I will go with you. It's horrible that such a thing should be allowed. You must punish these ruffians."