“If you’re looking for anything queer in the official paper you won’t find it.”
“You’ve examined it yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Good! Nevertheless, I’d like to see the record.”
Together they went to the medical officer’s quarters. Doctor Breed had come in fifteen minutes before. Without preliminary, Lawyer Bain said:
“I want to see that Jane Doe certificate again.”
“Aren’t you afraid of wearin’ out the ink on it, Adam?” retorted the other with a furtive grin.
“And I,” said Chester Kent in his suavest manner, “venture to trouble you to show me the certificate in the case of Wilfrid Blair.”
Something like a spasm shook the lineaments of Doctor Breed’s meager face. “Blair!” he repeated. “How did you know—” He stopped short.
“How did I know that Wilfrid Blair is dead?” Kent finished for him. “Why, there has been time enough, hasn’t there?”