“What’s that?” he cried. “You don’t consider me a good risk?”
“I am sorry to say,” returned Murray, “that our physician does not report favorably on you.”
“Oh, he doesn’t!” exclaimed Tucker. “Well, that’s a good joke on the doctor, isn’t it?”
“What!”
“You’d better discharge him and get a man with some sense.”
“I thought,” said Murray dubiously, “that it might seem rather hard on you.”
“Hard on me!” ejaculated Tucker. “Hard on the company, you mean! You’re letting a little two-by-four doctor steer you away from a good thing. Why, say! I’m good for as long a life as an elephant!”
“I’m sure I hope so.”
“It’s robbery—plain robbery—for that doctor to take a fee from you for making such a report on me. I’ll show him up!”
“How?” asked Murray curiously.