"Was it?"
"You know what I mean," said Huerta.
"Maybe I haven't got what you want."
"I think you have," said Huerta.
"Have you got a license?" said Crawford.
It was the first time he had ever seen Huerta taken off guard. There was no change of expression in the doctor's face. Just that moment's hesitation. It was enough to give Crawford a certain satisfaction.
"License?"
"M.D.," said Crawford. "Every doctor I've seen had it pinned on his wall. Two or three, some of them. How about yours?"
Huerta drew a heavy breath. "I won't dignify that with an answer."
"I didn't think so," said Crawford. "That's one reason I won't take your proposition. I don't think you could cure me of the stomach-ache. I don't think you're a doctor. I don't think you ever were."