"Leo Wolffert! Do you know him?"
"I guess we all know him, don't we, Doc?" put in the other man. "And so do some of the big ones."
"Rather."
"And the lady, too—she's a good one, too," he added.
I was so much interested in this part of the conversation that I forgot at the moment to ask the doctor where he had known John Marvel and Wolffert.
I, however, asked him what I owed him, and he replied,
"Not a cent. Any of Langton's friends here or John Marvel's friends, or (after a pause) Miss Leigh's friends may command me. I am only too glad to be able to serve them. It's the only way I can help."
"That's what I told him," said my friend, whose name I heard for the first time. "I told him you weren't one of these Jew doctors that appraise a man as soon as he puts his nose in the door and skin him clean."
"I am a Jew, but I hope I am not one of that kind."
"No; but there are plenty of 'em."