most excellent man, who has, I believe, a very large practice about here. Why not consult him? I'll also look in, but only as a consultant."
"Why don't you like to treat me?" he asked quickly.
"Because I always think it best for my friends to be treated by other practitioners. I've found it so all through my career," I said, perhaps lamely.
"I had Spencer once—about a year ago."
"Then have him again. There's nothing to be alarmed at, as far as I can see. Only, if I were you, I would let him see you. There can be no harm in it."
"None. You are quite right, d'Escombe. I shall call on him to-morrow."
It was long past midnight when we parted. I was quite willing for Spencer to see the man, for I knew that, on discovering the true nature of the disease, he would never suspect its real cause, and moreover, whatever efforts he might make with the serum treatment, all would be without avail. The period of inculcation had been too long. No power on earth could now save him.
Well, my dear fellow, my surmise proved correct.
