Mr. Lambert, still flown with some secret triumph, made an ample gesture of condescension.
“Very well, I consider it highly irregular, but leave it that way—leave it that way by all means. Now, Your Honour——”
“You say you have a certificate, Mr. Farr?”
“Yes, Your Honour.”
“May we have its contents?”
“Certainly.” Mr. Farr tendered it promptly. “It’s from the chief surgeon at St. Luke’s. As you see, it simply says that it would be against his express orders that Dr. Barretti should take the stand to-day, but that, if nothing unfavourable develops, he should be able to do so by Monday.”
“Yes. Well, Mr. Farr, if Mr. Lambert has no objections you may produce Dr. Barretti then. You have no further questions?”
“None, Your Honour.”
“Very well, the Court stands adjourned until to-morrow at ten.”
“What name did he say?” inquired the reporter in a curiously hushed voice. “Dr. What?”