The clerk looked up with the sudden awakening of curiosity that Burton had expected, then glanced at the registered name.
"You want his office?"
"No. His home."
"It's out on Rowan street, not very far from here. Know the doctor?"
"No. I'm a stranger here. Is he a regular physician?"
"Oh, yes."
"In practice?"
"When he gets any."
"Is there anything peculiar about him?"
The clerk permitted himself a languid smile. "There is nothing about him that isn't peculiar. Have you seen the morning paper?"