Inside, on the shelves, were whiskey glasses and decanters, lemons, sugar, and bitters. This the doctor opened mechanically, kicking aside a pile of muddy overshoes. Behind the door that led into the hall, under his buffalo-skin driving-coat, was a locked cupboard. A contemptuous smile, barely perceptible, played on his lips, but his eyes remained meditative. He glanced at his watch, then absently took from his pocket a bunch of small keys, selected one and looked at it. He sat uneasily, beating a tattoo on his knees with his fingers, and looked about him as if he were bored. Archie turned up the student’s lamp and sat down in the swivel chair before his desk. He wore a blue suit of woolly, wide-waled serge the traveling men had known at a glance that it was made by a Denver tailor. His hands were large and well kept, but ruggedly formed, and the backs were shaded with crinkly reddish hair. He wore a curly, reddish mustache and an imperial, cut trimly, which made him look a little like the pictures of Napoleon III. His nose was straight and thick, and his eyes were intelligent. There was something individual in the way in which his reddish-brown hair, parted cleanly at the side, bushed over his high forehead. He was a distinguished-looking man, for that part of the world, at least. He was tall, with massive shoulders which he held stiffly, and a large, well-shaped head. On the top shelf stood a long row of thirty or forty volumes, bound all alike in dark mottled board covers, with imitation leather backs.Īs the doctor in New England villages is proverbially old, so the doctor in small Colorado towns twenty-five years ago was generally young. It was filled with medical books of every thickness and color. Behind the stove a wide bookcase, with double glass doors, reached from the floor to the ceiling. The doctor’s flat-top desk was large and well made the papers were in orderly piles, under glass weights.
The study had worn, unpainted floors, but there was a look of winter comfort about it. The waiting room was carpeted and stiffly furnished, something like a country parlor. The isinglass sides of the hard-coal burner were aglow, and the air in the study was so hot that as he came in the doctor opened the door into his little operating-room, where there was no stove. Larry, the doctor’s man, had lit the overhead light in the waiting-room and the double student’s lamp on the desk in the study. His offices were in the Duke Block, over the drug store. Howard Archie had just come up from a game of pool with the Jewish clothier and two traveling men who happened to be staying overnight in Moonstone.
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