Part 44 (1/2)
It struck Heriot that this was a funny way for the agreeable Mr. Brown to treat him in his own house. He a.s.sumed the air of a host at once.
”Then we'll go up and have some tea. Come along, Mr. Brown.”
”I think,” said his visitor politely, ”that possibly your son and I had better have just a word or two with this lady first, if you'll permit us.”
”Certainly, my dear sir; just come up when you're ready.”
As he went upstairs, it suddenly struck him as rather odd that her connection by marriage and legal adviser should refer to Madge as ”this lady”; and also that she should have sat so silently through a conversation which primarily concerned herself. But then such rum things did happen in this amusing world that it was never worth while worrying.
CHAPTER VII
Stroking the cat and sipping his tea, Mr. Walkingshaw conversed pleasantly with his sister. Jean and Frank had gone into the country, and the two sat alone together in the drawing-room.
”Brown?” said Miss Walkingshaw. ”I never knew the Dunbars had a relative of that name. Who will he be?”
”I seem to mind seeing his face somewhere,” replied her brother, ”but more about him I can't tell you, except that he's a very pleasant fellow. Hullo, Andrew, where's Brown?”
The junior partner had entered alone.
”He had to go,” said he.
”Dash it, he might have said good-by.”
Andrew made no answer. He was looking at his aunt in a way that he had borrowed from his father's bygone manner. Though he had only quite recently begun to practise it seriously, he was sufficiently expert to convey unmistakably the fact that he desired her to withdraw. She rose obediently.
”Hullo, where are you off to?” asked her brother.
”I have things to do, Heriot,” she answered nervously, ”just a few things to do.”
As she pa.s.sed Andrew she paused, and her lips framed a question. There was something in his manner that frightened her; strange things were happening, she felt sure. But his glowering eye silenced her, and she faded noiselessly out of the room. Then Andrew advanced upon his father.
”Just run your eye through that,” he said quietly.
He handed his father a large double sheet of blue foolscap containing a great deal of printed matter. The particular portion of it to which Mr.
Walkingshaw's attention was directed ran thus--
”CERTIFICATE OF EMERGENCY
”(This certificate authorizes the detention of a Patient in an Asylum for a period not exceeding three days, without any order by the Sheriff.)
”I, the undersigned George William Downie, being M.D., Glasgow, hereby certify on soul and conscience, that I have this day at 15, Roray Place, in the County of Edinburgh, seen and personally examined James Heriot Walkingshaw, and that the said person is of unsound mind, and a proper Patient to be placed in an Asylum, and is in a sufficiently good state of bodily health at this date to be removed to the Asylum.
”And I hereby certify that the case of the said Person is one of emergency.”
It was then dated, and signed, ”George W. Downie.”
”Asylum--Dr. Downie!” gasped Heriot. ”But--what _is_ this?”