'Sir Gregory Hancock, a physician of whom you may have heard, and Dr. White.'
'Then, between them, they made a jolly fine muddle. The day before he died he was in perfect health, and as fit as you and I--if not fitter!'
'It's incredible.'
'Is it? I'll produce half-a-dozen doctors, at least, who'll certify--I have some of their certificates at home in my desk at this minute--that his heart was sound as sound could be, and that his general health and condition were the best possible.'
'I say again it's incredible.'
'Do you? The night before he died he slept at the York Hotel. Before he left, on the morning of his death, he ate a good breakfast and had two or three goes of whisky. The landlord had a chat with him before he went, and he'll tell you, as he told me, that he never saw him in better health or spirits; and you can bet your life that that wasn't the first time he'd seen him.'
'If what you say is correct, then there's something which I fail to understand.'
'There's a good deal which I fail to understand. I believe there's only one person who does understand, and that's the Hon. Douglas Howarth.'
'Your tone seems to convey something injurious to Mr. Howarth.'
'I don't know about injurious, only I should just like to know how he managed it, that's all.'