"
"Irechester says that?"
"Mr. Saffron's medical attendant is Dr. Arkroyd."
As he spoke the noise from above suddenly ceased. Since neither of the
men in the parlor spoke, there ensued a minute of what seemed intense
silence; it was such a change.
Then came a still small sound, a creaking of wood from overhead.
"I think you'd better go, Naylor, if you don't mind. After a performance
of that kind he generally comes and tells me about it. And he may be, I
don't know at all for certain, annoyed to find you here."
Alec Naylor got up from the big chair, but it was not to take his
departure.
"I want to see him, Beaumaroy," he said brusquely and rather
authoritatively.
Beaumaroy raised his brows. "I won't take you to his room, or let you go
there if I can help it. But if he comes down, well, you can stay and see
him. It may get me into a scrape, but that doesn't matter much."
"My point of view is--"
"My dear fellow, I know your point of view perfectly. It is that you are
personally responsible for the universe, apparently just because you wear
a uniform.
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