He looked up quickly from his thumb that marked a place on the tape-measure, and glanced from one to the other.
"You know Mr. Medfield?" he said.
"I met Mr. Medfield when he came—yesterday," said Aunt Jane safely.
"Yes, we have become acquainted," rejoined Herman Medfield, with a little polite gesture of the hand.
Aunt Jane's face was non-committal.
Dr. Carmon turned to it. "I want a brace made—for temporary use. Here are the measurements. Be sure to give it plenty of room here—and here." He drew a few lines and jotted down the figures and handed the paper to her.
She received it in silence.
The millionaire stood at his ease, smiling at her. He did not look like a man condemned to die in three months. His eye was keen and there was a little line of firmness under the smile of his lips.
"I want to see my lawyer," he said. "I will go to my office in the morning. There are things to arrange."
Dr. Carmon paused abruptly. "I thought you attended to all that before you came." His tone was brusque. "I told you——"