"Ah," said the doctor, rising, and not choosing to say to her what he had said to Doctor Jones, "medical men are not always infallible."
"They are human creatures," said Jean—"poor erring mortals."
To Doctor Jones—the great man from London spoke plainly, albeit with a politeness which was very chilling.
"We cannot understand, sir, your not having recognised the man as a dangerous lunatic, but probably you have not had much experience of this kind."
"I was beginning to be uneasy," stammered Doctor Jones, who had appeared on the scene because the man he had sent there had warned him that there would probably be murder, and that he would get into a scrape if he did not interfere in some way.
"Were you?" said Doctor Plunkett, an Irishman, with all the sense of fun of a typical Irishman of the best class; "were you really? You had begun to think you had made a mistake." Then he added, in a more serious tone, "Doctor Jones, it is a very serious matter."
"I think it is very serious."
"What made you so determined not to see that the unfortunate man was out of his mind?"
"How do you know I was determined, sir?" said Doctor Jones, anxiously.
"Because Miss Rivers, in stating the case, told me you had made up your mind beforehand!"