At this the physician glared angrily at Tom.
"Boy, it seems to me that you are growing impudent!" he cried. "I am not accustomed to being addressed in this fashion. I think I had better bid you good-night."
The two were standing in the hallway, and now the doctor opened the door to signify that the interview was over.
"All right, I'll go," muttered Tom. "But I am going to get to the bottom of this affair, don't you forget that." And then he hurried out and rejoined Sam and Peterson at the coach.
"He may be telling the truth," said the coach driver, on hearing what Tom had to say. "But, all the same, I was driving around these streets for a good hour after I left here, and I saw no other rig with those men and your brother in it."
"I am inclined to think the doctor is humbugging us," answered Tom. "But the thing is to prove it."
"Perhaps you had better watch the place for a while," suggested the lumberman.
"Do you know anything of this doctor—what sort of a reputation he has?" asked Sam of the driver.
"His reputation is none of the best," was the answer. "He has been in court twice because of the people he treats."
