doctor for poaching that salmon, and then to trot out Sabina in court to prove—" "Sabina and the rest of the witnesses," said Doyle. "We'd have plenty." "It's not a bad ambuscade at all," said Meldon. "The Major," said Doyle, "would talk straight to him off the Bench, the way he'd feel small; and I'd have a word or two myself to say to him after the Major was done. And the police would be standing round smiling like—" "I can't imagine anything more unpleasant," said Meldon, "than being grinned at by a policeman. All the same, I think it will be better not to catch him in that ambuscade." "And why not?" said Doyle. "The fact is," said Meldon, "I'm thinking of dealing with the man myself, and I'd rather he was left entirely in my hands for the present." "Be damn!" said Doyle, "but I wouldn't ask better than just for yourself to take in hand and hunt him out of the place altogether." "It's you could do it," said Dr. O'Donoghue. "It is," said Doyle. "Divil the better man at devising of ambuscades ever I come across, and I've known some in my day that you might call gladiators." "I'm not precisely a professional gladiator," said Meldon modestly; "but I've studied strategy a little in my time, and I rather think I'll get the better of Mr. Simpkins. I suppose now you would not object to attending his funeral?" "I would not," said Doyle, "if so be there was no risk of my being hanged for any share I might have in bringing the same about." "There's not the least chance of that," said Meldon. "You won't have to do anything except refrain from making a public fool of the man with any kind of tricks about salmon for the next fortnight." "What is it you're thinking of doing?" asked Doyle. "The doctor," said Meldon, "will of course have to sign the death certificate." "I'll do that," said Dr. O'Donoghue, "as soon as ever you satisfy me that the man's dead. If there isn't a hole drilled in his skull with a bullet, I'll say it's heart failure that finished him. After the way he behaved to me, I can't be expected
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