“Oh, yes. Undoubtedly.”
“Yes; you wouldn't, for example, expect them to make that observation if the patient had been ill for a long time and fed on slops.”
“Of course not.”
“Well, you see, you really know a lot about it. On Tuesday week you were dissecting the arm muscles of a rheumatic middle-aged Jew, of sedentary habits, who had died shortly after eating a heavy meal, of some injury producing spinal hæmorrhage and nervous lesions, and so forth, and who was presumed to come from the workhouse?”
“Yes.”
“And you could swear to those facts, if need were?”
“Well, if you put it that way, I suppose I could.”
“Of course you could.”
Mr. Piggott sat for some moments in contemplation.
“I say,” he said at last, “I did know all that, didn't I?”
“Oh, yes—you knew it all right—like Socrates
