CHAPTER : 7It was half-past ten when Dr. McNair opened his consulting room door for his last patient.
“I hope you’re sicker than you look,” he said, his glance resting on Finlay’s white dinner coat. “I’ve had a long day.” He watched him crossing the reception room. “Sorry. Leg bothering you?”
Fish shook his head. “No, Doctor. And I expect you’ll throw me out no matter what kind of a day you’ve had. I’m here about a patient of yours. These are the only credentials I can offer.”
Dr. McNair looked silently at the cards in the billfold Fish handed him.
“I’m the Assistant Trust Officer under Caxson Reeves for the James V. Maloney Trust. I’m staying in the stable at Enniskerry.”
“I know Mr. Reeves.”
“I would have asked him to call you, but your telephone system here sounds pretty leaky. So
