"If you're in such a blamed hurry to go fishing, why don't you get rid
of me now?" he asked.

The shoulders shook gently and there was a chuckling laugh. The man laid
down his test tube and swung around on his stool.

For a moment Mr. Merrick recoiled. The face was seared with livid scars,
the nose crushed to one side, the mouth crooked and set in a sneering
grin. One eye was nearly closed and the other round and wide open. A
more forbidding and ghastly countenance Mr. Merrick had never beheld and
in his surprise he muttered a low exclamation.

"Exactly," said Gys, his voice quiet and pleasant. "I don't blame you
and I'm not offended. Do you wonder I hesitate to meet strangers?"

"I--I was not--prepared," stammered Uncle John.

"That was Barlow's fault. He knows me and should have told you. And now
I'll tell you why I consented to see you. No! never mind your own
proposition, whatever it is. Listen to mine first. I want to go fishing,
and I haven't the money. None of my brother physicians will lend me
another sou, for I owe them all. You are John Merrick, to whom money is
of little consequence. May I venture to ask you for an advance of a
couple of hundred for a few weeks? When I return I'll take up your
proposition, whatever it may be, and recompense you in services."

He refilled and relighted the corncob while Mr. Merrick stared at him
in thoughtful silence. As a matter of fact, Uncle John was pleased with
the fellow. A whimsical, irrational, unconventional appeal of this sort
went straight to his heart, for the queer little man hated the