You are a doctor, you are going to Coombe--deduction, you are the doctor who is going to buy out Dr.
Simmonds's practice." Callandar scrambled up from his pillow with a look of delighted surprise on his face.
"Why--so I am!" he exclaimed.
"You say that as if you had just found it out." "Well, er--you see I had forgotten it--temporarily.

My head, you know." The suspicion in the girl's eyes melted into sympathy.

"I suppose you know," she said with quite a motherly air, "that old Doc.

Simmonds hasn't really any practice to sell ?" "No?
That's bad.

Hasn't he even a little one?
You see" (the sympathy had been so pleasant that he felt he could do with a little more of it), "I could hardly manage a big one just now.