“The worst thing we have to deal with up here is pneumonia; how would you deal with a case?”
“What are you asking me such questions for?”
“Well, you’re supposed to be a doctor.”
“I’m not going to share my medical knowledge with every guy who asks. It was too hard to come by.”
“That’s not the usual doctor’s attitude.”
“A hell of a lot I care!”
Stonor took out his note-book, and wrote across one of the pages: “The body was not carried over the falls.” He then poked the fire into a bright blaze, and showed the page to Imbrie.
“What have I written?” he asked, watching the man narrowly.
Imbrie glanced at it indifferently, and away again. There was not the slightest change in his expression. Stonor was convinced he had not understood it.
“I won’t tell you,” muttered Imbrie.