Christmas stories; Didactic fiction; Ghost stories; Paranormal fiction; Religious fiction
She spoke primly, her lips opening and shutting on her words like a
kind of mechanical valve. But while she spoke she flashed her eyes at
the younger doctor with a feline cajolery in their hard brown depths.
“Then who,” murmured Sir Slasher, thoughtfully--“Who is to carry on his
vast business concerns? Who is to inherit his enormous fortune?”
No answer was forthcoming to this profound proposition.
Sir Slasher thereupon removed his hands from under his coat-tails, and
consulted his watch.
“I must be going,”--he said--“You will attend to all that is necessary,
Nurse?”
“Certainly, Sir Slasher!”
“I shall bring Dr. Choke-Em-Off with me to-morrow--and I think--yes,
I think”--here he looked benevolently considerate--“that taking
into account Mr. McNason’s great wealth and important position,
and--er--also--er--the very great difficulty and uncertainty of the
operation, Dr. Choke-Em-Off’s fee should be doubled! He is one of our
best anæsthetists--what do you say, Nurse?”
Sir Slasher had a delightful smile, and he was smiling delightfully
now. Nurse Drat-Em-All responded to the charm of it.
“There is no doubt that it is justifiably a case of double fees all
round!” she said, her own smile breaking into a giggle.
“Exactly!” And Sir Slasher shed a fatherly glance upon her--“And our
young friend here”--at this he laid a hand on his fellow-surgeon’s
shoulder--“Our young and brilliant friend will also have an opportunity
of displaying his skill and securing his reward! Of course,”--here he
became portentously business-like--“it will be advisable to get the
patient to sign the required cheques in advance,--there will be no
difficulty about that I should imagine! Because you see,--afterwards!”
“Ah!--afterwards!” echoed the younger doctor, speaking for the first
time.
Sir Slasher tried to look grave, but failed in the attempt.
“Afterwards,” he said pleasantly,--“the worthy millionaire may not be
in a condition to sign anything! I think”--and he paused, stroking
his smooth double chin--“I think, Nurse, he should be told that the
operation is a grave, very grave one, in case--these things sometimes
happen!--in case he has not made a will--or--let us say in case he
might wish to make some last testamentary gift--to--er--to me?--or--or
to you?--or to anyone else who may have rendered him a service?”
“I’ll see that he does all that he ought to do!” said Nurse
Drat-Em-All, with some severity--“I like my patients to be prepared for
the worst!”
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