“I see,” said Kent, giving the paper a scant survey, “that the cause of death is set down as ‘cardiac failure’.”
“Well. What’s the matter with that?”
“Just a trifle non-committal, isn’t it? You see, we all die of cardiac failure, except those of us who fall from air-ships.”
“That record’s good enough for the law,” declared the medical officer doggedly.
“Who was the attending physician?”
“I was.”
“Indeed! And to what undertaker was the permit issued?”
“It was issued to the family. They can turn it over to what undertaker they please.”
“Where is the interment to be?”
“Say, looky here, Mr. Man!” cried the physician, breaking into the sudden whining fury of hard-pressed timidity. “Are you trying to learn me my business? You can go to hell! That’s what you can do!”