The doctor eyed him like a man hypnotized. "You ... you wished to see me on some particular business?"
"Very particular," dryly. "My car is outside. Will you be so good as to accompany me?"
The doctor slowly went into the hall for his hat and coat. He left the house and got into the car with never a word of protest.
"Thinking?" said Braine.
"I am always thinking whenever I see your evil face. What devilment do you require of me this time?"
"A mere stroke of the pen."
"Where are we going?"
"To call on another physician of your standing," significantly. "It is a great thing to have friends like you two. Always ready to serve us, for the mere love of it."
"There's no need of using that kind of talk to me. You have me in the hollow of your hand. Why should I bother to deny it? I have broken the law. I broke it because I was starving."
"It is better to starve in freedom than to eat fat joints up the river. To-day it is a question of sanity."