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"Oh, dear, dear!" began Cumberly. "But--"
"Ah! I protest, it is true," continued Max with an inimitable movement
of the shoulder; "and I regret it; but in my profession"...
"Which you adorn, monsieur," injected Cumberly.
"Many thanks--but in my profession these little annoyances sometimes
occur. At the earliest suitable occasion, I shall reveal myself to
Miss Cumberly and Miss Ryland, but at present,"--he spread his palms
eloquently, and raised his eyebrows--"morbleu! it is impossible."
"Certainly; I quite understand that. Your visit to London is a
professional one? I am more than delighted to have met you, M. Max; your
work on criminal anthroposcopy has an honored place on my shelves."
Again M. Max delivered himself of the deprecatory wave.
"You cover me with confusion," he protested; "for I fear in that book
I have intruded upon sciences of which I know nothing, and of which you
know much."
"On the contrary, you have contributed to those sciences, M. Max,"
declared the physician; "and now, do I understand that the object of
your call this morning?"...
"In the first place it was to excuse myself--but in the second place, I
come to ask your help."
He seated himself in a deep armchair--bending forward, and fixing his
dark, penetrating eyes upon the physician.
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