Antony again got up from his chair.
“All right,” and his voice was constrained. “I’ll not be keeping you any longer, sor.”
Doctor Hilary went with him to the door.
“I’m sorry about this business,” he said.
“Are you?” said Antony indifferently.
Doctor Hilary went back to his surgery.
“He didn’t believe me,” he said to himself, “small wonder.”
He pulled out his note-book and made a note in it. Then he shut the book and put it in his pocket.
“Anyhow,” he said, “it’s the kind of thing we wanted.”
The memorandum he had entered, ran:—