Nick trembled, for he knew that they were talking about Chick.
“No, but you know that he will die if restoratives are not applied inside of twelve hours.”
“The twelve hours will be up at two o’clock this afternoon?”
“Yes.”
“And then?”
“Why, we’ll cut him up—in the interest of science, of course.”
The doctor laughed brutally as he spoke.
“How’s the chophouse to-day?” asked the other.
“It stinks.”