The physician’s hands clawed nervously at his straggling hair.
“Time enough?” he murmured. “Time enough? I’m only just back from the Blair place myself.”
“News travels faster than a horse,” observed Kent.
“It don’t travel as fast as all that,” retorted the medical officer, and shut his teeth on the sentence as if he could have bitten the tongue that spoke it.
“Ah,” commented Kent negligently. “Then he died within two hours or so?”
“This morning,” retorted the other. “It’s all in the certificate.”
“All?” inquired Kent, so significantly that Lawyer Bain gave him a quick look.
“All that’s your business or anybody else’s,” said Breed, recovering himself a bit.
“Doubtless. And I’m to be permitted to see this document?”
Breed pushed a paper across the table. “There it is. I just finished making it out.”