Looks more like
you didn't know."
"Not know? I?" Gaylor laughed hysterically. "I am his lawyer. I
am his best friend! Who will you believe?" He stepped to the
table and pressed an electric button, and Garrett appeared in
the hall. "Tell Dr. Rainey I want to see him," Gaylor commanded,
"and return with him."
As they waited, Judge Gaylor paced quickly to and fro. "I've had
to deny some pretty silly stories about Mr. Hallowell," he said,
"but of all the absurd, malicious - - There's some enemy back of
this; some one in Wall Street is doing this. But I'll find him
-- I'll -- " he was interrupted by the entrance of the butler
and Dr. Rainey, Mr. Hallowell's personal physician.
Rainey was a young man with a weak face, and knowing, shifting
eyes that blinked behind a pair of eyeglasses. To conceal an
indecision of character of which he was quite conscious, he
assumed a manner that, according to whom he addressed, was
familiar or condescending. At one of the big hospitals he had
been an ambulance surgeon and resident physician, later he had
started upon a somewhat doubtful career as a medical "expert."
Only two years had passed since the police and the reporters of
the Tenderloin had ceased calling him "Doc." In a celebrated
criminal case in which Gaylor had acted as chief counsel, he had
found Rainey complaisant and apparently totally without the
moral sense. And when in Garrett he had discovered for Mr.
Hallowell a model servant, he had also urged upon his friend,
for his resident physician, his protege Rainey.
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