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Dick continued a crab-like retreat toward the nearest
door of the hotel.
‘I’m glad you remembered it so pleasantly. Now I’ve got
to see—‘
‘I understand,’ Royal Dumphry pursued sympathetical-
ly. ‘I hear he’s dying.’
‘Who’s dying?’
‘Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that—but we have the
same physician.’
Dick paused, regarding him in astonishment. ‘Who’re
you talking about?’
‘Why, your wife’s father—perhaps I—‘
‘My WHAT?’
‘I suppose—you mean I’m the first person—‘
‘You mean my wife’s father is here, in Lausanne?’
‘Why, I thought you knew—I thought that was why you
were here.’
‘What doctor is taking care of him?’
Dick scrawled the name in a notebook, excused himself,
and hurried to a telephone booth.
It was convenient for Doctor Dangeu to see Doctor Diver
at his house immediately.
Doctor Dangeu was a young Génevois; for a moment
he was afraid that he was going to lose a profitable patient,
but, when Dick reassured him, he divulged the fact that Mr.
Warren was indeed dying.
‘He is only fifty but the liver has stopped restoring itself;
the precipitating factor is alcoholism.’
‘Doesn’t respond?’

360 Tender is the Night