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Just as swiftly flashed through his brain two thoughts： the first； the axiom； WHENEVER AND WHEREVER YOU FIND A LEPER； LOOK FOR THE OTHER LEPER； the second； the desired Irish terrier； who was owned by Daughtry； with whom Kwaque had been long associated。 And here all swiftness of eye…flashing ceased on the part of Walter Merritt Emory。 He did not know how much； if anything； the steward knew about leprosy； and he did not care to arouse any suspicions。 Casually drawing his watch to see the time； he turned and addressed Daughtry。
〃I should say his blood is out of order。 He's run down。 He's not used to the recent life he's been living； nor to the food。 To make certain； I shall examine for cancer and tumour； although there's little chance of anything like that。〃
And as he talked； with just a waver for a moment； his gaze lifted above Daughtry's eyes to the area of forehead just above and between the eyes。 It was sufficient。 His 〃leper…eye〃 had seen the 〃lion〃 mark of the leper。
〃You're run down yourself；〃 he continued smoothly。 〃You're not up to snuff； I'll wager。 Eh？〃
〃Can't say that I am；〃 Daughtry agreed。 〃I guess I got to get back to the sea an' the tropics and warm the rheumatics outa me。〃
〃Where？〃 queried Doctor Emory； almost absently； so well did he feign it； as if apparently on the verge of returning to a closer examination； of Kwaque's swelling。
Daughtry extended his left hand； with a little wiggle of the little finger advertising the seat of the affliction。 Walter Merritt Emory saw； with seeming careless look out from under careless…drooping eyelids； the little finger slightly swollen； slightly twisted； with a smooth； almost shiny； silkiness of skin… texture。 Again； in the course of turning to look at Kwaque； his eyes rested an instant on the lion…lines of Daughtry's brow。
〃Rheumatism is still the great mystery；〃 Doctor Emory said； returning to Daughtry as if deflected by the thought。 〃It's almost individual； there are so many varieties of it。 Each man has a kind of his own。 Any numbness？〃
Daughtry laboriously wiggled his little finger。
〃Yes； sir；〃 he answered。 〃It ain't as lively as it used to was。〃
〃Ah；〃 Walter Merritt Emory murmured； with a vastitude of confidence and assurance。 〃Please sit down in that chair there。 Maybe I won't be able to cure you； but I promise you I can direct you to the best place to live for what's the matter with you。 Miss Judson！〃
And while the trained…nurse…apparelled young woman seated Dag Daughtry in the enamelled surgeon's chair and leaned him back under direction； and while Doctor Emory dipped his finger…tips into the strongest antiseptic his office possessed； behind Doctor Emory's eyes； in the midst of his brain； burned the image of a desired Irish terrier who did turns in sailor…town cabarets； was rough…coated； and answered to the full name of Killeny Boy。
〃You've got rheumatism in more places than your little finger；〃 he assured Daughtry。 〃There's a touch right here； I'll wager； on your forehead。 One moment； please。 Move if I hurt you； Otherwise sit still； because I don't intend to hurt you。 I merely want to see if my diagnosis is correct。There； that's it。 Move when you feel anything。 Rheumatism has strange freaks。Watch this； Miss Judson； and I'll wager this form of rheumatism is new to you。 See。 He does not resent。 He thinks I have not begun yet 。 。 。 〃
And as he talked； steadily； interestingly； he was doing what Dag Daughtry never dreamed he was doing； and what made Kwaque； looking on； almost dream he was seeing because of the unrealness and impossibleness of it。 For； with a large needle； Doctor Emory was probing the dark spot in the midst of the vertical lion…lines。 Nor did he merely probe the area。 Thrusting into it from one side； under the skin and parallel to it； he buried the length of the needle from sight through the insensate infiltration。 This Kwaque beheld with bulging eyes； for his master betrayed no sign that the thing was being done。
〃Why don't you begin？〃 Dag Daughtry questioned impatiently。 〃Besides； my rheumatism don't count。 It's the nigger…boy's swelling。〃
〃You need a course of treatment；〃 Doctor Emory assured him。 〃Rheumatism is a tough proposition。 It should never be let grow chronic。 I'll fix up a course of treatment for you。 Now； if you'll get out of the chair； we'll look at your black servant。〃
But first； before Kwaque was leaned back； Doctor Emory threw over the chair a sheet that smelled of having been roasted almost to the scorching point。 As he was about to examine Kwaque； he looked with a slight start of recollection at his watch。 When he saw the time he startled more； and turned a reproachful face upon his assistant。
〃Miss Judson；〃 he said； coldly emphatic； 〃you have failed me。 Here it is； twenty before twelve； and you knew I was to confer with Doctor Hadley over that case at eleven…thirty sharp。 How he must be cursing me！ You know how peevish he is。〃
Miss Judson nodded； with a perfect expression of contrition and humility； as if she knew all about it； although； in reality； she knew only all about her employer and had never heard till that moment of his engagement at eleven…thirty。
〃Doctor Hadley's just across the hall；〃 Doctor Emory explained to Daughtry。 〃It won't take me five minutes。 He and I have a disagreement。 He has diagnosed the case as chronic appendicitis and wants to operate。 I have diagnosed it as pyorrhea which has infected the stomach from the mouth； and have suggested emetine treatment of the mouth as a cure for the stomach disorder。 Of course； you don't understand； but the point is that I've persuaded Doctor Hadley to bring in Doctor Granville； who is a dentist and a pyorrhea expert。 And they're all waiting for me these ten minutes！ I must run。
〃I'll return inside five minutes；〃 he called back as the door to the hall was closing upon him。〃Miss Judson； please tell those people in the reception…room to be patient。〃
He did enter Doctor Hadley's office； although no sufferer from pyorrhea or appendicitis awaited him。 Instead； he used the telephone for two calls： one to the president of the board of health； the other to the chief of police。 Fortunately； he caught both at their offices； addressing them familiarly by their first names and talking to them most emphatically and confidentially。
Back in his own quarters； he was patently elated。
〃I told him so；〃 he assured Miss Judson； but embracing Daughtry in the happy confidence。 〃Doctor Granville backed me up。 Straight pyorrhea； of course。 That knocks the operation。 And right now they're jolting his gums and the pus…sacs with emetine。 Whew！ A fellow likes to be right。 I deserve a smoke。 Do you mind； Mr。 Daughtry？〃
And while the steward shook his head； Doctor Emory lighted a big Havana and continued audibly to luxuriate in his fictitious triumph over the other doctor。 As he talked； he forgot to smoke； and； leaning quite casually against the chair； with arrant carelessness allowed the live coal at the end of his cigar to rest against the tip of one of Kwaque's twisted fingers。 A privy wink to Miss Judson； who was the only one who observed his action； warned her against anything that might happen。
〃You know； Mr。 Daughtry；〃 Walter Merritt Emory went on enthusiastically； while he held the steward's eyes with his and while all the time the live end of the cigar continued to rest against Kwaque's finger； 〃the older I get the more convinced I am that there are too many ill…advised and hasty operations。〃
Still fire and flesh pressed together； and a tiny spiral of smoke began to arise from Kwaque's finger…end that was different in colour from the smoke of a cigar…end。
〃Now take that patient of Doctor Hadley's。 I've saved him； not merely the risk of an operation for appendicitis； but the cost of it； and the hospital expenses。 I shall charge him nothing for what I did。 Hadley's charge will be merely nominal。 Doctor Granville； at the outside； will cure his pyorrhea with emetine for no more than a paltry fifty dollars。 Yes； by George； besides the risk to his life； and the discomfort； I've saved that man； all told； a cold thousand dollars to surgeon； hospital； and nurses。〃
And while he talked on； holding Daughtry's eyes； a smell of roast meat began to pervade the air。 Doctor Emory smelled it eagerly。 So did Miss Judson smell it； but she had been warned and gave no notice。 Nor did she look at the juxtaposition of cigar and finger； although she knew by the evidence of her nose that it still obtained。
〃What's burning？〃 Daughtry demanded suddenly； sniffing the air and glancing around。
〃Pretty rotten cigar；〃 Doctor Emory observed； having removed it from contact with Kwaque's finger and now examining it with critical disapproval。 He held it close to his nose； and his face portrayed disgust。 〃I won't say cabbage leaves。 I'll merely say it's something I don't know and don't care to know。 That's the trouble。 They get out a good； new brand of cigar； advertise it； put the best of tobacco into it； and； when it has taken with the public； put in inferior tobacco and ride the popularity of it。 No more in mine； thank you。 This day I change my brand。〃
So speaking； he tossed the cigar