"Not if they offer me a thousand dollars for the trip," growled his master. "You would for a dead beat, though," suggested the devoted servant, who by virtue of five years of service knew whereof he spoke, "if he'd smashed his good-for-nothin' head." "Not if he'd smashed his whole blamed body--so long as there was another surgeon in the county who could do the job." "That's just the trouble," argued Johnny. "You'd think there wasn't." Red Pepper looked at him. "Johnny, you're an idiot!" he informed him. Then he strode away toward the house. As he went into his office the telephone rang. The office was empty, for it was dinner-time, and Miss Mathewson was having a day off duty on account of her mother's illness. So, unhappily for the person at the other end of the wire, the Doctor himself answered the ring. It had been a hard day, following other hard days, and he was feeling intense fatigue, devastating depression, and that unreasoning irritability which is born of physical weariness and mental unrest. "Hello," shouted the victim of these disorders into the transmitter. "What?... No, I can't.... What?... No. Get somebody else.... What?... I can't, I say.... Yes, you can. Plenty of 'em.... What?... Absolutely _no_! Good-bye!" "I ought to feel better after that," muttered Burns, slamming the receiver on the hook. "But somehow I don't." In two minutes he was splashing in a hot bath, as always at the end of a busy day. From the tub he was summoned to the telephone, the upstairs extension, in his own dressing room. With every red hair erect upon his head after violent towelling, he answered the message which reached his unwilling ears. "What's that? Worse? She isn't--it's all in her mind. Tell her she's all right. I saw her an hour ago. What?... Well, that's all imagination, as I've told her ten thousand times. There's absolutely nothing the matter with her heart.... No, I'm not coming--she's not to be babied like that.... No, I won't. Good-bye!" The door of the room softly opened. A knock had preceded the entrance of Ellen, but Burns hadn't heard it. He eyed her defiantly. "Do you feel much, much happier now?" she asked with a merry look. "If I don't it's not the fault of the escape valve. I pulled it wide open." "I heard the noise of the escaping steam." She came close and stood beside him, where he sat, half dressed and ruddy in his bathrobe. He put up both arms and held her, lifting his head for her kiss, which he returned with interest. "That's the first nice thing that's happened to me to-day--since the one I had when I left you this morning," he remarked. "I'm all in to-night, and ugly as a bear, as usual. I feel better, just this minute, with you in my arms and a bath to the good, but I'm a beast just the same, and you'd best take warning.... Oh, the--"