The Yale expositor., 1900-10-12
CHAPTER VII.

You are interested in these people,
Enderby?" said the doctor, looking at
the young man sharply
DR.. Bunthorne was a clever man OF
middle age, whom Paul had known for
many years.
Were you aware the sick man had
a doctor of his own attending him
DR.. Lyndon, whom l know by name
and report?"
Il was aware of that, DR.. Bunthorne,
though l did not mention it to you for
fear professional etiquette, Of which
you doctors make a divinity, should
prevent your going. The truth is, I'm
afraid, DR.. Bunthorne, what 1 am go
ing to say will be held as confden-
tial?"
Certainly! At the same time, you
know, my dear Enderby, medical men
make 1t a rule never to hear anything
to each others disadvantage"
More of your etiquette!" cried En-
derby. well, I'm not going to say
anything against your brother-profes
sional; I'm simply going to ask your
edvice."
Very briefly he told how he had first
met Jasmine Lloyd, and then repeated
mines statement about the strange at
tacks to which her father had tw.ce
succumbed.
DR.. Bunthorne listened in silence,
and when Paul ceased, he asked:
do you happen to have this bottle
CT medicine with your"
Enderby produced it from an inner
pocket, and laid it on DR.. Dunthorne's
table. 1t was largish bottle, with the
label on which "Hypophosphates" was
printed still upon it.
The doctor lifted it and looked at 1t
critically. There was a very small
quantity Of light-colored fluid at the
bottom The doctor unco-kei it, and
applied his nose to the mouth.
Seems all right" he said critically.
However you leave It with me, and I
shall have it analysed by my own ana
lytical chemist. l don't half like the
business, mind you; still, as You have
applied to me. feel bound 20 satisfy
you so far But, you know, thing is
absurd. DR.. -, the man we speak
Of, has the highest reputation"
What should you say Mr.. Lloyd
was suffering from?" Enderby inter
rupted.
"WelI-ahem!-one hardly cares to
say from first examination. 1t looks
rather like an epileptic attack from
your description. He seemed all right
when l saw him, only his mind was
wandering bit; he evidently did not
| know who or what l was"
"And yet when l spoke to him a few
days ago he was perfectly sensible,
and as sane as you or l." said Ender-
by. do attacks of this kind you
speak of not affect the mind perma-
nently."
Usually" answered the doctor dry
ly. but, of course, there are cases OF
periodical insanity. l should say this
is ore."
AS Paul Enderby walked slowly
away from the doctors West End
house. he asked himself If perhaps hs
had been too hasty in forming his con-
| illusions? Had his instructive dislike
of DR.. Lyndon misled him? If David
Lloyd and the man Gerard were one
| and the same personals he felt sure
they were-was it not very likely that
Sir Henry Lennox's account was tn
correct one, and that the crime OF five
years ago had been committed in q fis
of temporary mental alteration?
He was very busy after that for a
day or two. A brief had been put into
his hands. and he had to be a good
deal with his solicitor.
He was glad to be occupied just
then. 1t kept him from thinking OF
| Cecil Lennox. as he imagined he
should do had he much leisure. He
had been in love with her-of that HI
had no doubt, and he had lost her for
ever. 1t was natural he should feel
such blow deeply.
And yet, when leisure did come, the
singular thing was that it was not
Cecil Lennoxs face which came up in
Enderby's mind and haunted him so
peisistently. II was the soft, delicate
face, half-child's, half-woman's, OF
Jasmine Lloyd
Towards the end of the week he
made up his mind to go and see them.
He was turning round the corner
which led to Burden Mansions when a
closed carriage drove rapidly past him
Something in the turnout seemed
familiar to Enderby. He glanced at it,
and as 1t rolled past him he caught a
glimpse of the inmate-Slr Henry Len
nox, leaning back on his cushions, his
hands idly crossed on his knees, his
eyes upon them, his face CHASTITY palel
Could he have been seeing David
Lloyd? The thought flashed through
Enderby's mind, only to be dismissed
instantly. But he hurried on towards