Once he turned and retraced his steps in the direction of Fitzgeorge-street.

But after all this hesitation he walked home, and ate his dinner very thoughtfully, answering his young wife at random when she talked to him.

He was a struggling man, who had invested his small fortune in the purchase of a practice which had turned out a very poor one, and he had the battle of life before him.
"There's something on your mind to-day, I'm sure, Harry," his wife said before the meal was ended.
"Well, yes, dear," he answered; "I've rather a difficult case in Fitzgeorge-street, and I'm anxious about it." The industrious little wife disappeared after dinner, and the young surgeon walked up and down the room alone, brooding over that difficult case in Fitzgeorge-street.

After spending nearly an hour thus, he snatched his hat suddenly from the table on which he had set it down, and hurried from the house.
"I'll have advice and assistance, come what may," he said to himself, as he walked rapidly in the direction of Mr.Sheldon's house.

"The case may be straight enough--I certainly can't see that the man has any motive--but I'll have advice." He looked up at the dentist's spotless dwelling as he crossed the street.