"You are leaving at eight in the morning, I believe," he postulated. "Don't do it, please, Doctor! You have impressed me tremendously, and I feel that I must consult you upon a matter of grave importance. Money is absolutely of no consideration if you can help me."
And the doctor gave surprising proof of his powers when he slanted a sympathetic eye directly into the earnest, anxious face before him and answered straight, "Yes, Mr. Judson, I agree with you that you must consult me."
"You—you know something?" stammered George, and gripped him by the hand.
The doctor returned the grip appreciatingly, but "Tomorrow at eleven," was all he whispered.
