Garstang turned savagely upon the woman, but he had to face Leigh, who sprang to his feet with a wild exaltation making every pulse throb and thrill.
“Not his wife!” he cried fiercely.
“No, sir, and never would be.”
“Curse you!” roared Garstang, making at her; but Leigh thrust him back.
“Then there has been foul play here.”
“How dare you?” cried Garstang. “I called you in to—But go on with your work, sir. Can you not see that the woman drinks?—she is mad drunk now. Hysterical, and does not know what she is saying. The lady is my wife, and I insist upon your attending to your professional duties or leaving the house. Is this the conduct of a physician?”
“It is the conduct of a man, sir, who finds himself face to face with a scoundrel.”
“You insolent hound!”
“John Garstang—”
“John Garstang!”