fascinated. [Pg 25] All this I took in in a brief glance, and then ran hurriedly down the stairs in search of Doctor Post. "Is this Doctor Post?" I asked as I entered his office. "Yes," he replied, laying down the gloves and hat he held. Apparently, he was just about to go out, and I had fortunately arrived in time. "Will you go up-stairs with me?" I went on. "Mr. Pembroke, on the third floor, is dead; and his physician, Doctor Masterson, is at a loss to discover the cause of his death. He sent me to ask you to join him in consultation." "Doctor Masterson!" exclaimed Doctor Post, and I saw at once that the younger man was flattered at being called in consultation by the older and celebrated practitioner. "He wants me?" he asked, as if scarcely able to believe it. "Yes; it is a peculiar case, and he asks your help. Will you go with me at once?" "Certainly," and in another moment Doctor Post and I were in the elevator. [Pg 26] [Pg 26] "Old Mr. Pembroke dead?" asked the boy as we entered. "Yes," I answered briefly. "Gee, is he? Well, I can't give him any weeps! He was sumpin fierce! He just put it all over that young loidy. Sometimes she'd come down in this elevator all to the teary, so's I 'most hadta order a consignment of weep-catchers for myself. She's a looker all right, and she sets off the house great, but she leads the dismal swamp life, an' that's right!" I had neither time nor inclination then to reprove the boy for thus crudely expressing his opinion, for we had reached the third floor, and Doctor Post and I went at once to Robert Pembroke's bedroom. I introduced the new-comer to his older
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