“Was that a lapsus linguae, Wrigley?”
“If you like to call it so,” said the lawyer coldly. “But to business. Let me know the moment your brother gets back.”
“Yes, but why?”
“I am going down to see what I think of the mine.”
Chapter Ten.
The Grim Visitor.
“The game’s up, then, Doctor, eh? There, man, don’t shuffle. This isn’t whist, but the game of life, and nature wins.”
The Doctor stood holding his old friend’s hand, and gazing sadly down in the fine manly face, which looked wonderfully calm and peaceful as he lay back on the white pillow.