If you'd had as much practice as I've had in dealing with
humanity, you'd find it was an ever-increasing astonishment to see the
way things dovetail in.... Who's this, by the way?"
He jerked his head in the direction of the doctor, who had stopped at the
foot of the steps and waited for them to come up to him.
"Oh, a very old friend of mine, Mr. Headland. Doctor Bartholomew. Has a
very big practice in town, but a trifle eccentric, as you can see at
first glance."
Cleek sent his keen eyes over the odd-looking figure in the worn tweeds.
"I see. Then can you tell me how he finds time to run down here at
leisure and visit you? Seems to me a man with a big practice never has
enough time to work it in. At least, that has been my experience of
doctors."
Merriton flushed angrily at the tone. He whipped his head round and met
Cleek's cool gaze hotly.
"I know you're down here to investigate the case, but I don't think
there's any reason for you to start suspecting my friends," he retorted,
his eyes flashing. "Doctor Bartholomew has a partner, if you want to
know.
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