Then, with a slight air of disappointment, he recognized his visitor.
"Good morning, doctor!" Inspector Jacks replied.

"You haven't forgotten me, I hope?
I came down to see you a short time ago, respecting the man who was knocked down by a motor car and treated by you on a certain evening." The doctor nodded.
"Will you come in ?" he asked.
He led the way into a somewhat dingy waiting room.

A copy of _The Field_, a month old, a dog-eared magazine, and a bound volume of _Good Words_ were spread upon the table.

The room itself, except for a few chairs, was practically bare.
"I do not wish to take up too much of your time, Dr.Whiles," the Inspector began,-- The doctor laughed shortly.
"You needn't bother about that," he said.

"I'm tired of making a bluff.
My time isn't any too well occupied." The Inspector glanced at his watch,--it was a few minutes past twelve.
"If you are really not busy," he said, "I was about to suggest to you that you should come back to town with me and lunch.