To-day the laugh is yours, Dr.
Therne, to-morrow it may be mine; so good-afternoon, and let us say no more about it," and brushing by me rudely he passed from the house.
I followed him into the street watching his thick square form, of which even the back seemed to express sullen anger and determination.

At a distance of a few yards stood the brother of the dead man, Mr.Selby, talking to Dr.Jeffries, one of whom made some remark that caught Sir John's ear.

He stopped as though to answer, then, changing his mind, turned his head and looked back at me.

My sight is good and I could see his face clearly; on it was a look of malignity that was not pleasant to behold.
"I have made a bad enemy," I thought to myself; "well, I am in the right; one must take risks in life, and it is better to be hated than despised." Major Selby was a well-known and popular man, whose sudden death had excited much sympathy and local interest, which were intensified when the circumstances connected with it became public property.
On the following day the leading city paper published a report of the results of the _post-mortem_, which doubtless had been furnished by the relatives, and with it an editorial note.
In this paragraph I was spoken of in very complimentary terms; my medical distinctions were alluded to, and the confident belief was expressed that Dunchester would not be slow to avail itself of my skill and talent.

Sir John Bell was not so lightly handled.