Taking from his pocket the point which he had removed from Mr. Rogers’ wrist, he was not surprised to find that it fitted exactly.
He quickly replaced the broken syringe in its case and resumed his seat.
Shortly after a tall, dark, good-looking man entered the room.
Nick recognized him from a photograph he had seen at Rogers’.
"Dr. Lord, I presume," he remarked.
"Yes, sir. What can I do for you?" said the medical gentleman, with a pleasant voice.
"Have you any surgical instruments to be repaired?" said Nick.
"No, sir," politely replied the doctor. "When surgical instruments need repairing it is generally time to get new ones. I am sorry I have nothing in your line to-day."
As he said this he was very courteously[Pg 13] opening the door for his visitor; but Nick was not so easily dismissed.
"You will excuse me, sir," he said, "but while I was waiting I took the liberty of looking over your instruments yonder. They are beautiful tools; but I noticed that a remarkably fine hypodermic syringe has the point broken off."