"Fine," said Mr Lewinstein enthusiastically, "that's a good idea of yours. Bring him into the library."
The stranded motorist, a tall young man, came in full of apologies.
"I say, it's awfully good of you to let me have this juice," he said. "The fact is, my silly ass of a man packed me two empty tins."
"Delighted to help you, doctor," said Mr Lewinstein genially; "and now perhaps you can help me."
The young man looked at the other suspiciously.
"You haven't anybody ill, have you?" he asked, "I promised my partner I wouldn't look at a patient for three months. You see," he explained, "I've had rather a heavy time lately, and I'm a bit run down."
"You'd be doing us a real kindness if you'd look at this young lady," said Mr Lewinstein earnestly. "I don't know what to make of her, docto
