“Why, no, doctor, at my age—oh, Doc, it ain’t true is it? It can’t be true!”
“Who’s your lawyer?”
“Higginbotham.”
“Well, you’d better send for him at once.”
The patient, white and trembling, went to the ’phone.
“Who’s your pastor?” continued the doctor.
“The Rev. Kellogg M. Brown,” mumbled the patient. “But, doctor, do you think—”
“Send for him immediately. Your father, too, should be summoned; also your—”
“Say, doctor, do you really think I’m going to die?” The man began to blubber softly.
The doctor looked at him hard.