“There's a dead horse down by Jack Johnson's. Go down there and bury it.”
“All right, Doc. I'll be right along.”
A burst of laughter from the doctor was echoed by Warner. Mary knew that Warner was the newly elected alderman and she smiled as she pictured the new officer leaving his elegant home and going down to perform the obsequies. Nevertheless her heart leaned toward Jack Johnson's wife, for it was plain to be seen that neither the new president of the board of health nor the new alderman had a realizing sense of his duties.
Half an hour later three rings sounded.
“Is this Dr. Blank's office?”
“No, his residence.”
“Well, I see by the paper he's on the board of health and we want this manure-pile taken away from here.”
“Please 'phone your complaints to the doctor,” said Mary, calmly replacing the receiver and shutting off the flood.
“John's existence will be made miserable by this new honor thrust upon him,” she thought.
When he came home that evening she asked if the second complainant had found him.