“Foul play? Why, he was killed with a life-preserver.”
The doctor tapped with his fingers on his hat, as if he was beating a funeral march. Then, quickly:
“No, sir; the more I study this case, the more I feel convinced that he was not.”
Chapter Fourteen.
A Clever Diplomatist.
“Doctor Heston, you surprise me. There was the inquest.”
“Yes, where my opinion, sir, was overruled by the coroner and my colleague, both elderly medical men, sir, while I am young and comparatively inexperienced. You are disposed to think that this is a case of professional jealousy.”
“I will be frank with you. I did think so.”