Fire-Tongue
any cardiac trouble, Doct
in Scotsman, clean-shaven, with shaggy dark brows and a most gloomy expression in his deep-set eyes. While the presence of his sepulchral figu
his personality. "I had observed a certain breathlessness at times, however. No doubt it is one of those cases of unsuspected
ed about some family trouble, the nature of which he was a
learn from him respecting the affairs of Sir Charles. It seemed almost i
nd laden with its own peculiar portent, awakening the imagination which all too readily filled in the details of the scene above. Then, to spur Harley to action, came the thought that Sir Charles Abingdon had appealed to him for aid. Did his need terminate with his unexpected death or would the shadow under which he had died extend now? Harley found himself staring across the library at the photograph of Phil Abingdon. It was of her that Sir Charles had been spea
rofessionally, Mr. Harle
ly at the photograph on the mantelpiece. "I am informed,
staying in Devonshire with poor Abingdon's sister," he answer
of this opportunity to endeavour to fathom the mystery of the late surgeon's fears. "You will not misunderstand me,
eaker. "Mr. Harley," he replied, "I know you by repute for a man of int
tain
es not your interest cease wi
You regard me, perhaps, as a Paul Pry prompted by idle curiosity. On the contrary, I find myself in a delicate and embarras
said Docto
that I approached you for information, since you have misjudged my motive. But far from my interest having ceased, it has now as I see the matter beco
Harley." A faint trace of human emotion showed itself in his deep voice. "Charley Abingdon
preciate your feelings in the matter. At such a time a stranger can only be an intruder; but"-he fixed his keen eyes upon the physic
solemnly. "Abingdon was always eccentric
fear was upon him when he came to me, Doctor McMurdoch, and
d out two liberal portions of whiskey. "If there's anything I can do to he
re. But I have hopes that you can help me in this. For instance"-again he fixed his gaze upon the gloomy face of
nk, and he slowly shook his head. "I haven't an id
f him I scarcely think that he was a patient. Surely Sir Charles, having resided so lon
the Anglo-Indian's prejudice against men of colour." He rested his
gestion to offer in r
ll you nothing f
doch, are you aware of any difference of opinion which h
ironically. "There would always be difference of opinion between li
ty hope of success that he put his third question to the gloom
. Abingdon knew most of the extraordinary people in London; and if half one hears is true Nicol Brinn is as mad as a hatter.
"but I have one more question to put to you first. Do
upposing that you have chosen such a time for joking," he said, dourly. "But if
d I only do so on the understand ing that my words are to be treated in the strictest confidence-you may regard t
doch, displaying a sudden
arley, "that such is the case. Bens
ad. "Poor old Charley Abingdon," he murmured. "It's plain to me, Mr. Harley, that his mind was wandering. May not we find here an expl
ightly. But the smile quickly left his
rdoch sat staring moodily down at the carpet and
clearly apprehended an attempt upon his life, are you sati
d, of course, but such cases are by no means unusual. He was formerly a keen athlete, remember. 'Tis often so
ce to support such a theory," he admitted, "but if you knew of the existence of any poisonous agent whi
his face, "there are several I might mention; but the idea seems preposterous to me. Why shoul
mured Harley. "Yet
t hinting
ticall
had he
hard at Doctor McMurdoch. "It may surprise you to learn that I have already taken steps to have the remains of the soup from Sir Charles's
u are wasting your time." A touch of the old acidity crept back into his manner. "M
would be my own. But what do you make of the fact that Sir Charles received a bogus telephone
ng Wilson," prote
ned. It was a ruse. I don't assume for
was now staring h
ued, "that there was an attempted
counts for little. There have been severa
s, not uncommon north of the Tweed, who, if slow in forming an op
ely is ended, mine is only beginning. May I count upon you to advise me of Miss Abingdon's return? I particularly wish to
h, "I will communicate with you, Mr. Harley. I am just cudgelling my brains at the mome
, "but in the circumstances any suggestion of mine would
e you are the man to clear it up. But, frankly, it was his heart. I believe he had a touch of the sun once in India. Who
Harley, exhibiting a certain irritation, "have you ever kno
n, firmly; "but once a man ha
y. "Good-night,
h physician. The bogus message remained to be explained, and the assault in the square, as did the purpose of the burglar to whom gold and silver plate made no appeal. More important even than these points were the dead
gdon; and as he watched its stealthy approach it seemed to Paul Harley to be the symbol of that dread in which latterly Sir