"Dr. Browne, from Tarhaven, and Sweetlips Kind. They came to see me safely here. Good night, doctor. Good night, Sweetlips."
"No, no," said the Cheap-jack, "I'm coming in to see Armour."
"What about?" asked the wife sharply.
"I'll tell him when I get in."
Mrs. Armour hesitated.
"If it's a doctor you have with you," she said at length, opening the door wide enough for the trio to enter, "perhaps he'll give my man some medicine."
"Certainly," answered Browne briskly, and she led the three into a small sitting-room, crowded with old-fashioned furniture. On the horse-hair sofa lay Armour in plain clothes, a heavy, sullen-looking man, whose head was bound up.
"What's up now?" he asked with the groan of a rebellious Titan.
"Elspeth from the 'Marsh Inn' has come to stop here the night," explained his wife, "and a doctor's here to see you."
"I feel very bad," grumbled the policeman, "my head's aching, where them there villains gave me a clump."