“So that was intended for me,” he scowled with a slight catch in his breath. “You were going to murder me, were you?”
The doctor held up his hand in protest. “An unpleasant word,” he replied, “that should never be used among friends”—he smiled genially—“for I see, after all, we are going to be friends.” He nodded in the direction of the pistol. “Yes, that was intended for you, and if you had not been truthful in every particular just now”—his voice hardened—“you would have gone out from here in a packing case to-morrow, for I was quite aware of everything you had been doing, and my questions were only put to try you out.” He leant over the desk. “Do you know, young man, you have had a very narrow escape, or, indeed, several narrow escapes, for I have been having you under observation duri
