“Can’t find the bullet, you know. Big bullet shot me; I want it to have it set for my watch chain—I say.”
“Yes.”
“Doctor’s very proud of me, eh!”
“Yes; he considers yours a wonderful case.”
“Yes; wonderful case.”
“How did it happen?” said Brettison, with a glance at his friend.
“Happen? Ah! I can’t find out how it happened. Must have been before I was born.”
This last in a very thoughtful tone; and then, more loudly:
“Of course, if it had happened since, I should have known, eh?”
“Very probably,” said Brettison.