"Necessarily," replied Mallow; "one doesn't clean stables with rosewater."
"No, our methods are a trifle more forcible than that," chuckled Trall. "When we try this new----"
"There, there," interrupted Drabble, "that is quite enough. We will not go into details just at present."
Mallow could see even thus early that there was no love lost between these two. The alcoholic man scowled angrily at the doctor, and Mallow made a mental note of his attitude. He evidently stood in fear of his superior.
"What is it you want?" asked Drabble, after having reduced the man to silence.
"Madame wishes to see you," replied Trall, sulkily. "She did not know any one was with you."
"I am bringing this gentleman down to see her very shortly," said the doctor coolly. "You can go."
"One moment," cried Mallow, as Trall shuffled to his feet. "Have I ever seen you before?"
"Not that I know of."
"H'm. Your face seems familiar to me."