THE SCAR
A Thrilling Novelette
By CARL RAMUS, M. D.
“Thanks for the lift, Edwards. Come in for a minute, won’t you?”
“No. I was up nearly all last night, and must get some sleep.”
“To be sure! But you’ve time for a nip before you go.”
“Well—since you put it that way, and in these arid times——”
“Good! Come along.”
Dr. Herbert Carlson opened the door of his office on the first floor with his latch key, snapped on the lights, and entered with his colleague, Dr. Clark Edwards. Carlson hung up his overcoat and hat, and Edwards threw his own over a chair, and then Carlson produced from an inner room a bottle, two glasses, and a siphon of carbonic.