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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"Flames"

He hesitated.
"Shall I come too, old chap? You're sure--you're certain that you are not
feeling ill after last night?"
He leant with his foot on the step of the cab to look at Valentine more
closely.
"No; I am all right. Only tired and sleepy, Julian. Well, will you come
or stay?"
"I think I will stay. I want badly to have a talk with the doctor."
"All right. Good-night."
"Good-night!"
Valentine called his address to the cabman, and the man whipped up his
horse. Just as the cab was turning round Valentine leaned out over the
wooden door and cried to Julian, who was just going into the house:
"Give my best regards to the doctor, Julian."
The cab disappeared, splashing through the puddles.
Julian stood still on the doorstep.
"Who said that, Lawler?" he asked.
The servant looked at him in surprise.
"Mr. Valentine, sir."
"Mr. Valentine?"
"Yes, sir."
"Of course, of course. But his voice, didn't--didn't you notice-"
"It was Mr. Valentine's usual voice, sir," Lawler said, with increasing
astonishment.
"I'm upset to-night," Julian muttered.
He went into the house and Lawler closed the street door.


CHAPTER V
THE HARLEY STREET EPISODE

Julian was a favourite in Harley Street, so Lawler did not hesitate
to show him into the doctor's very private room,--a room dedicated to
ease, and to the cultivation of a busy man's hobbies.


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