doorway, the doctor and I, the _Rue
Paleologue_ was a shadowless glare of thin sunshine. He had come out of
that room with bent head, closing the door absently and advancing toward
the lounge where reposed his hat and stick beside me, when he took
occasion to glance at me. Immediately he became alert and active.

"'You have sustained a shock,' he murmured, counting my pulse.

"'Is that it?' I returned, and he smiled, taking a capsule of white
powder from his wallet and handing it to me. A carafe stood on a table
near by. He poured out a glass of water.

"'Looks like it,' he remarked in excellent colloquial idiom; 'put this
on your tongue and wash it down with some water. Feel better? Come out
into the fresh air. Take a drive with me if you like.'

"'I want to talk to you,' I explained, as I followed him out. He hailed
a man standing by a carriage several doors away and conversing with a
servant.

"'Very nice of you, I'm sure. Step in. Just the day for a
constitutional,' And then, as we started off and the carriage rolled
round the corner out of sight, his mood changed. 'Friend of the family?'
he asked, keenly.

"'You can call me that. Of Miss Macedoine certainly.'

"'Now there was a woman!' he ejaculated, opening an immense cigarette
case, like a bandolier, and offering it to me. 'I admire her very much,
indeed. I was called in about a year ago. But you say you are a friend
of hers. And she's dead. I suppose I shall have to go and attend to it.
Only you know what's going on. This confounded Committee of Liberty and
Progress have carried out a _coup d' etat_ and there'll be very little
liberty of movement until they're squashed. Between ourselves, that is.
Thank the Lord my practice is out here among the Europeans. And it's bad
enough here, I can tell you.'

"'You have lived in England?' I interposed.

"His lean, dark face wrinkled with humour.

"'Well, considering I was casualty surgeon at St. Barnabas Hospital for
nearly three years, I rather think I have. Yes, I took my degrees at
Guys, and I don't mind admitting I wish I was in London now. But I have
an old mother and seven sisters who have never been farther than Volo in
their lives, and so I resign myself.'

"'Greek?' I enquired. He flushed dark red.

"'Scarcely,' he said in a suppressed sort of voice. I won't bother you
with local animosities. We are Spanish Jews. Not very good ones,
perhaps, but we keep to ourselves and manage to keep the wolf from