"I saw him only the other day when I was at a specialist's in Harley
Street."
"A specialist's?"
"For nervous dyspepsia."
Again the look of contempt flickered over Chichester's face.
"Do you think the alteration in Mr. Harding may be due to nervous dyspepsia?"
"Probably. There are few maladies that so sap the self-confidence of a man."
Chichester laughed.
For the first time since he had entered the little room the professor felt a cold sensation of creeping uneasiness.
"Apparently you don't agree with me," he said.
"I am not a doctor, and I know very little about that matter."