"Is that so?" said Wallion, very deliberately. "Does Doctor Corman intend to look after his patients alone then?"
"He has only one."
Wallion nodded, it was just what he had expected. He accompanied Morris to the door and said:
"Nice place, Portland, are you going to set up in practice there?"
"No, I am going to be assistant surgeon at the hospital," replied Morris, and with a stiff inclination of the head he left the hotel.
Tom, who all this time had been on tenterhooks, rushed at Wallion and seized his arm.
"What is the meaning of it all?" he said. "You say that Ferail is Toroni and Corman's friend; why didn't you have him put in gaol?"
"Because I want to find out first where those wooden dolls have got to," replied Wallion calmly, "but I am rather beginning to fear that I gave him too long a respite." After a pause he added: "Tom, we shall have to..."
Again there was an interruption; a waiter appeared with a biggish parcel done up in blue paper. "For Mr. Wallion," he announced.
"Hallo, what next? Who left this?"