“Not yet. But his actions show it. He has disappeared with all the money he could get together, because, by some means, he heard that I was alive.”
“Yes, that seems probable,” said the doctor, as Mr Hampton turned the table into a piano and played upon it dumb tunes.
“Probable, but only my first idea, and I don’t think it is the true solution.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t believe he could have had a suspicion that I was alive.”
“Then why did he go away?” said the lawyer sharply.
“That we must find out through Saul Harrington.”
“Mr Saul Harrington is seriously ill,” said Doctor Lawrence. “I saw him this morning at his request.”
“What’s the matter?”
“The injury to his arm. It seems he had a nasty fall upon one of the ice slopes in Switzerland, and the doctors there treated it wrongly. It’s a nasty case, and is giving me a deal of anxiety.”