"Oh, yes, sir."

"Take me there, please. He was one of the physicians called in when Mr.
Carwell was poisoned, was he not?"

"Yes," and the chauffeur nodded and smiled. "You are not ill, I hope,
monsieur. If you are, there is a physician nearer - "

"Oh, no. I'm all right. I just want to have a talk with the doctor.
Did you ever consult him?"

"Me? Oh, no, monsieur, I have no need of a doctor. I am never sick.
I feel most excellent!" and certainly he looked it. There was a sparkle
in his eyes - perhaps too brilliant a sparkle, but he did not look like
a "dope fiend."

"If you are in a hurry," went on the chauffeur, "I can - "

"No, no hurry," responded the colonel. "Why, do you feel like driving
fast?"

"Very fast, monsieur. I always like to drive fast, only there is seldom
call for it. Mr. Carwell, he at times would like speed, and again he
was like the tortoise. But as for me - poof! What would you?" and he
shrugged his shoulders and reverted to his own tongue.

"Hum," mused the colonel. "Rather a different story from the garage
man's. However, we shall see."

Dr. Baird was in. In fact, being a very young doctor indeed, he was