chemist, and of Mr. Blase Pellet.
"I have asked you more than once to let me look to your arm, you know, Float," remarked Mr. Frank Raynor.
"But I didn't like to trouble you, Master Raynor. I thought Ned and his salves could do for it, sir."
"And so you men are not at work to-day, Bell!" began the doctor, as he examined the arm. "What's this absurd story I hear about the Seven Whistlers?"
Bell's aspect changed at the question. The pallor on his face seemed to become greyer. It was a greyness that attracted Dr. Raynor's attention: he had never seen it in the man's face before.
"They passed over Trennach at midnight," said Bell, in low tones, from which all independence had gone out. "I heard them myself."
"And who else heard them?"
"I don't know. Nobody—that I can as yet find out.