"You're certainly too wide awake for me now," said Doctor Grimes. "Will you please be serious and explain yourself."
"Last April a year, you received a letter from New York, to the effect that if you would call at a certain place in Wall Street, you would hear something to your advantage?"
"I did," replied the doctor.
"Well."
"I called, accordingly, and received information which has proved greatly to my advantage."
"What?" Bunting looked surprised.
"The gentleman upon whom I called was a leading director in —— Hospital, and in search of a Resident Physician for that establishment. I now fill that post."
"Is it possible?" Bunting could not conceal his surprise, in which something like disappointment was blended. "And you did not write a similar letter to me last April?" he added.
"I am above such trifling," replied the doctor, in a tone that marked his real feelings on that subject. "A man who could thus wantonly injure and insult another for mere sport, must have something bad about him. I should not like to trust such a one."
"Good morning, doctor," said Bunting. The two gentlemen bowed formally and parted.