He stopped and faced us.

"I don't mind telling you that I dislike the publicity that would
attend any statement I might make to the coroner."

"Exactly," said Andrews. "I appreciate your position exactly.
Your other patients would not care to see you involved in a
scandal--or at least you would not care to have them see you so
involved, with all the newspaper notoriety such a thing brings."

Doctor Thornton shot a quick glance at Andrews, as if he would
like to know just how much his visitor knew or suspected.

Andrews drew a paper from his pocket. "This is a copy of the
death-certificate," he said. "The Board of Health has furnished
it to us. Our physicians at the insurance company tell me it is
rather extraordinarily vague. A word from us calling the attention
of the proper authorities to it would be sufficient, I think.
But, Doctor, that is just the point. We do not desire publicity
any more than you do. We could have the body of Mr. Morowitch
exhumed and examined, but I prefer to get the facts in the case
without resorting to such extreme measures."

"It would do no good," interrupted the doctor hastily. "And if
you'll save me the publicity, I'll tell you why."

Andrews nodded, but still held the death-certificate where the
doctor was constantly reminded of it.

"In that certificate I have put down the cause of death as