"I could not think of accepting any fee," he said, with deliberate emphasis. "I was abundantly rewarded for my trifling services by the novelty and interest of the case." The Swiss scanned the American's countenance long and steadily with his sharp little gray eyes. At length he said, carelessly: "Monsieur is a man of science?" "Yes," replied Fisher, with a mental reservation in favor of all sciences save that which illuminates and dignifies our national game. "Then," continued Dr. Rapperschwyll, "Monsieur will perhaps acknowledge that a more beautiful or more extensive case of trephining has rarely come under his observation." Fisher slightly raised his eyebrows. "And Monsieur will also understand, being a physician," continued Dr. Rapperschwyll, "the sensitiveness of the Baron himself, and of his friends upon the subject. He will therefore pardon my seeming rudeness at the time of his discovery." "He is smarter than I supposed," thought Fisher. "He holds all the cards, while I have nothing--nothing, except a tolerably strong nerve when it comes to a game of bluff." "I deeply regret that sensitiveness," he continued, aloud, "for it had occurred to me that an accurate account of what I saw, published in one of the scientific journals of England or America, would excite wide attention, and no doubt be received with interest on the Continent." "What you saw?" cried the Swiss, sharply. "It is false. You saw nothing--when I entered you had not even removed the----" Here he stopped short and muttered to himself, as if cursing his own impetuosity. Fisher celebrated his advantage by tossing away his half-burned cigar and lighting a fresh one. "Since you compel me to be frank," Dr. Rapperschwyll went on, with visibly increasing nervousness, "I will inform you that the Baron has assured me that you saw nothing. I interrupted you in the act of removing the silver cap." "I will be equally frank," replied Fisher, stiffening his face for a final effort. "On that point, the Baron is not a competent witness. He was in a state of unconsciousness for some time before you entered. Perhaps I was removing the silver cap when you interrupted me----" Dr. Rapperschwyll turned pale. "And, perhaps," said Fisher, coolly, "I was replacing it." The suggestion of this possibility seemed to strike Rapperschwyll like a sudden thunderbolt from the clouds. His knees parted, and he almost sank to the floor. He put his hands before his eyes, and wept like a child, or, rather, like a broken old man. "He will publish it! He will publish it to the court and to the world!" he cried, hysterically. "And at this crisis----" Then, by a desperate effort, the Swiss appeared to recover to some extent his self control. He paced the diameter of the platform for several minutes, with his head bent and his arms folded across the breast. Turning again to his companion, he said: "If any sum you may name will----" Fisher cut the proposition short with a laugh.