“But miracles do happen, even in science?”
“Um—yes.”
“Thank you, Doctor. That is all I wish to know. Anything you want for your poorer patients?”
Stearn laughed. “Great Scott!” he cried, “you ought to come with me on a round of visits. It would be an eye-opener for a wealthy young sprig like you. Why, if I had ten dollars a day to spend on special diet, stimulants, and the like, I could get through every cent of the money.”
“Sorry I haven’t time today for slumming. Goodby. I may not see you again for quite awhile.”
“Going abroad?”
“Yes; but my plans are indefinite.”
“Well, young man, when you come back to Colorado, bring a wife, or, better still, look around for one before you go.”
“I’ll think it over. But I must be off. I’m due at my lawyer’s.”
“Those fellows who rake in gold by the bushel are all alike,” grumbled Stearn, when the door had closed on his visitor. “I did imagine, after what he had said, that he would skin a fifty off his wad for the benefit of the poor bedridden devils on my list. Ah, well! They’ll miss his mother at Bison. And what did he mean by his questions? On my honor, he struck me as slightly cracked.”