The doctor was fired, he drew the same letter from his pocket, and cried, "By Jove, Welsh, I'd almost forgotten to tell you of a lucky offer that came this morning."
This was not strictly true, for as a matter of fact the doctor had only hesitated to tell of this offer lest he should be shamed to a decision. But Welsh was infectious.
"Congratulations, old man!" said his friend. "What's it all about ?"
"Here's a letter from an old friend of my people's—Dr. Watson, by name. He has a very good country practice, and he offers me this job."
He handed the letter to Welsh, and then added, with a flutter of caution, "I haven't made up my mind yet. There are drawbacks, as you'll see."
Welsh opened the letter and read:—
"Dear Twiddel: I am happy to tell you that I am at last able to put something in your way. A gentleman in this neighborhood, one of my most esteemed patients, has lately suffered from a severe mental and physical shock, followed by brain fever, and is still, I regret to say, in an extremely unstable mental condition. I have
