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"Now, look here, you don't think I'm any such a bungler as that, do you?"
"Hum! You ought to know your medical history well enough to know that all
the victims haven't been bunglers, by a long sight."
Karl's hand was on the knob. "Well, don't worry about me; I'm not built
for a victim. I may be run over by an automobile--anybody is liable to be
run over by yours, the way you run that thing--but I'm not liable to be
killed by my own sword. That's not the way I work."
"Just the same, you'd better keep your hands out of your eyes!"
"All right," he agreed laughingly. "It does sound like a fool's trick.
It's new to me;--didn't know that I did it."
When he was making some calls late that evening, Dr. Parkman passed the
university and for some reason recalled what Karl had said that afternoon
about his eyes bothering him. Why hadn't he examined them; or better
still, one of the best oculists in the city was right there in the
building--why hadn't he made Karl go in to see him? It was criminal for a
man like that to neglect his eyes! He was near the Hubers now; he had an
impulse to run over and make sure that everything was all right.
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