“Acute glaucoma! Impossible!”
“I say it is.”
Parker Steel took two sharp turns up and down the room. His mouth was twitching and he looked pale, like a man who has received a shock. He was conscious, too, that Murchison’s eyes were upon him, and that his rival had caught him blundering like any careless boy. There was something final and convincing in Murchison’s manner. Parker Steel hated him from that moment with the hate of a vain and ambitious egotist.
“Confound it, Murchison, are you sure of this?”
“Quite sure, as far as my skill serves me.”
“Have you had much experience?”
There was a slight sneer in the question, but Murchison was proof against the challenge.
“I specialized in London on the eyes.”
Parker Steel emitted a monosyllable that sounded remarkably like “damn.”
“Well, what’s to be done?”