as if anything more discourteous than
usual. It was uphill work, but he persevered, and in fifteen minutes had
ranged unchecked from North Pole explorations to poultry farming. It was
a relief to both of them when the door opened and Bella ushered in Dr.
Murchison.
The captain received the new arrival with marked cordiality, and giving
him a chair near his own observed with some interest the curt greeting of
the young men. The doctor's manner indicated polite surprise at seeing
the other there, then he turned to the captain and began to talk to him.
For some time they chatted without interruption, and the captain's
replies, when Hardy at last made an attempt to make the conversation
general, enabled the doctor to see, without much difficulty, that the
latter was an unwelcome guest. Charmed with the discovery he followed
his host's lead, and, with a languid air, replied to his rival in
monosyllables. The captain watched with quiet satisfaction, and at each
rebuff his opinion of Murchison improved. It was gratifying to find that
the interloper had met his match.
Hardy sat patient. "I am glad to have met you to-night," he said, after
a long pause, during which the other two were discussing a former
surgical experience of the captain's on one of his crew.
"Yes?" said Murchison.
"You are just the man I wanted to see."
"Yes?" said the doctor, again.
"Yes," said the other, nodding. "I've been very busy of late owing to my
partner's illness, and you are attending several people I want to hear
about."
"Indeed," said Murchison, with a half-turn towards him.
"How is Mrs. Paul?" inquired Hardy.
"Dead!" replied the other, briefly.
"Dead!" repeated Mr. Hardy. "Good Heavens! I didn't know that there was
much the matter with her."
"There was no hope for her from the first," said Murchison, somewhat
sharply. "It was merely a question of prolonging her life a little while.
She lived longer than I deemed possible. She surprised everybody by her
vitality."
"Poor thing," said Hardy. "How is Joe Banks?"
"Dead," said Murchison again, biting his lip and eyeing him furiously.
"Dear me," said Hardy, shaking his head; "I met him not a month ago. He
was on his way to see you then."
"The poor fellow had been an invalid nearly all his life," said
Murchison, to the captain, casually. "Aye, I remember him," was the
reply.
"I am almost afraid to ask you," continued Hardy, "but shut up all day I
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