“Jove! let’s have it!” exclaimed young England.
“Certainly, if you like,” I said. “I don’t know whether you ever heard of the Marnier affair?”
Young England shook his head, but the doctor replied at once.
“Three years ago, wasn’t it?”
“Four.”
“And it happened in some remote place in the Sahara Desert?”
“In Beni-Kouidar. I was with Henry Marnier in Beni-Kouidar at the time.”
“Go ahead!” said young England more eagerly.
“Poor Marnier was not an old friend of mine, but an acquaintance whom I had met casually at Beni-Mora, which is known as a health resort.”
“I send patients there sometimes,” said the doctor.