sumed by a desire to see this
mysterious "myjor" who syringed ears and didn't hurt people. He had
fallen upon an adventure, and he was going to see it out.

"I don't know exactly," he whispered mysteriously, "but I've got to see
him."

"P'raps they've wrote about ya'," the bandaged boy suggested.

Ger thought this was unlikely, but let the suggestion pass
unchallenged. He watched the various people vanish into a room on the
right, saw them come out again, heard the invariable "Next please"
which heralded the seclusion of a new patient, till everybody had gone
and come back and gone forth into the street again save only the
bandaged boy and himself.

"You nip in w'en I comes out," the boy said encouragingly, "it's a bit
lyte already, but 'e'll see ya' if yer slippy."

It seemed a long time to Ger as he waited. The little crowd of women
and children had melted away. Men in blue cotton jackets passed to and
fro across the hall, "Sister," in a curious headdress and scarlet cape,
looking like a picture by Carpaccio, came out of another room, went up
the staircase and vanished from view. No one spoke to him or asked his
business, and Ger stood in a dark corner holding his cap in his hands
and waiting.

At last the boy came back with a clean bandage and a big new pad of
cotton-wool over the syringed ear.

"'Urry up," he whispered as he passed. "I told 'im as there was one
more."

Ger hurried.

Once inside that mysterious door he started violently, for a tall
figure clad in a long white smock was standing near a sink brushing his
nails. He wore a black band round his head, and on his forehead,
attached to the band, was a round mirror. The very brightest mirror
Ger had ever seen.

So this was the Myjor.

The uniform was quite new to Ger.

The eyes under the mirror were very blue, and for the rest this
strangely clad tall man had a brown moustache and a pleasant voice as
he turned, and drying his hands the while, said:

"Well, young shaver, what's the matter with you?"

In his eight years Ger had had but few aches and pains save such as
followed naturally upon falls or fights, but he knew that if this
interview was to be prolonged he must have something, so he hazarded an
ailment.

"I've a muzzy feeling in my head sometimes, sir, a sort of ache, not
bad, you know."

The Myjor looked very hard at Ger as he spoke--evidently the little
boy's voice and accent were in some way unexpected.

He sat down