Munro," said he.
Maxwell had said that he would give me a hand if he
could; but you remember that he had a reputation for
giving such promises rather easily. I speak of a man
as I find him, and to me he has been an excellent friend.
"I should be very happy to hear of any opening," said
I.
"Of your medical qualifications there is no need to
speak," he went on, running his eyes all over me in the
most questioning way. "Your Bachelorship of Medicine
will answer for that. But Professor Maxwell thought you
peculiarly fitted for this vacancy for physical reasons.
May I ask you what your weight is?"
"Fourteen stone."
"And you stand, I should judge, about six feet high?"
"Precisely."
"Accustomed too, as I gather, to muscular exercise of
every kind. Well, there can be no question that you are
the very man for the post, and I shall be very happy to
recommend you to Lord Saltire."
"You forget," said I, "that I have not yet heard what
the position is, or the terms which you offer."
He began to laugh at that. "It was a little
precipitate on my part," said he; "but I do not think
that we are likely to quarrel as to position or terms.
You may have heard perhaps of the sad misfortune of our
client, Lord Saltire? Not? To put it briefly then, his
son, the Hon. James Derwent, the heir to the estates and
the only child, was struck down by the sun while fishing
without his hat last July.
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