'I haven't told you how they say he died.'
'Well, let's hear.'
'They say he died of heart disease.'
'Of what?'
'Of heart disease--on the day after he left home.'
'That he certainly never did. There's some mistake there. His heart was sound as a bell. He had it examined by three doctors before the Aquarium people would let him start upon that sleep of his. They were unanimously of opinion that its condition was perfect. They gave their certificate to that effect--I have it at home now. And the night he woke he was overhauled by at least half-a-dozen. Every man Jack of them said that his heart and lungs were flawless, and that his general condition was altogether beyond their expectation.'
'Miss Desmond says he has suffered from a weak heart his whole life long.'
'A mistake altogether. The truth is, your husband was as hard as nails, and had a constitution like iron. I shouldn't have been mixed up with him in a game like that if I hadn't known that was the case. I remember his saying to the doctors that he'd never had a day's illness in his life, and their replying that they rather fancied it would be a good long time before he did have.'
'And yet his heart collapsed so that he was dead upon the Monday.'
'It does seem odd. I should like to have a look at that medical certificate. I suppose there was one.'