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The doctor was leaning forward in his chair. He was beginning to grow
fearful of the emphasis put upon this thing which could make no vital
difference.
Karl stopped as though he had reached the end of his story. But the
silence was wearing on him. His eyes had a hunted look.
"Why, you can see for yourself," he said--and this was the note of
appeal--"that that could not make any vital difference."
Dr. Parkman was looking at him narrowly. His own breath was coming hard.
He saw at last that he would have to ask.
"The--other?" he said, succeeding fairly well in gaining a tone of
indifference.
"Heavens--how you fellows nag for details! How you drag at a man! Well,
the other--if you're so anxious to know"--the doctor's heart sank before
the defiance of that--"the other is"--he looked all about him as one
hunted, desperate, and then snapped it out and turned away, and instantly
the room grew frightfully still.
It struck Dr. Parkman like a blow from which one must have time to
recover.


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