Roger was at a loss just how to answer that sally, so he decided to overlook it.
"You're bound to be considerably put out," he went on.
"Considerably is right," chuckled Good.
Roger found it very difficult, much more so than he had expected, to talk to this curious creature. But he was persistent.
"Well, we don't intend that you shall lose anything," he said in as friendly a way as he could. But it was a little too friendly. It was the tone with which one offers a tip. "I'll give you a cheque for two hundred dollars—all the doctor's bills paid—and—" He drew a cheque book from his pocket and unscrewed his fountain pen. "How shall I make it out?"
Good raised his hand. "Cut that," he said shortly.
Roger misconstrued the gesture. It irritated him.
"Don't you think it's—enough?" he asked bluntly.
But the tall man only smiled.
"Oh, forget it," he said. "Why should you give me any money. You can pay the bills if you want to. Guess you'll have to if the medico's going to get anything. That'll call it square, I guess."