“I don’t understand——”
“Of course you don’t, and it isn’t necessary that you should. I want you to come here about every three hours and pretend to have seen a patient. That’s easy enough, isn’t it? Here’s a twenty to pay you in advance for your services.”
“All right,” answered the physician, taking the money. “Now let me see the shoulder.”
Nick divested himself of coat and vest and opened his shirt at the neck.
The wound was only a slight one, as the detective had said, and the doctor quickly attended to it and prepared to leave.
“Mind,” warned Nick, “you think I may be laid up for some time.”
“All right,” laughed the doctor. “You detectives are queer fish.”
“We have to be,” answered Nick, stretching himself out on the bed again.
The chief came in just as the doctor went out.
“How do you find him, doc?” the chief asked, anxiously.