Publisher's Synopsis
The great doctor stood on the hearth-rug looking down at his friendwho sprawled before him in an easy-chair. It was a hot dayin early July, and the windows were closed and the blinds half-downto keep out the glare and the dust. The standing figure had bentshoulders, a massive clean-shaven face, and a keen interrogatory air, and might have passed his sixtieth birthday. He looked like adistinguished lawyer, who would soon leave his practice for the Bench.But it was the man in the chair who was the lawyer, a man who had leftforty behind him, but was still on the pleasant side of fifty.
