The doctor hesitated. Fees were a rare thing with him, and the
evidences of his patient's means were somewhat doubtful. The
young man put his hand into his pocket.

"I am afraid," he said, "that I am not a very presentable-looking
object, but I am glad to assure you that I am not a poor man. I
am able to pay your charges and to still feel that the obligation
is very much on my side."

The doctor summoned up his courage.

"We will say a guinea, then," he remarked with studied
indifference.

"You must allow me to make it a little more than that," the
patient answered. "Your treatment was worth it. I feel perfectly
recovered already. Good night, sir!"

The doctor's eyes sparkled as he glanced at the gold which his
visitor had laid upon the table.

"You are very good, I'm sure," he murmured. "I hope you will have
a comfortable journey. With a nerve like yours, you'll be all
right in a day or so."

He let his patient out and watched him depart with some
curiosity, watched until the great motor-car had swung round the
corner of the street and started on its journey to London.