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〃Well； go ahead with what you was goin' to do；〃 Daughtry grumbled； the rush of events too swift and too hidden for him to comprehend。 〃An' when you're done with that； I just want you to explain what you said about leprosy an' that nigger…boy there。 He's my boy； an' you can't pull anything like that off on him 。 。 。 or me。〃
〃Gentlemen； you have seen；〃 Doctor Emory said。 〃Two undoubted cases of it； master and man； the man more advanced； with the combination of both forms； the master with only the anaesthetic formhe has a touch of it； too； on his little finger。 Take them away。 I strongly advise； Doctor Masters； a thorough fumigation of the ambulance afterward。〃
〃Look here 。 。 。 〃 Dag Daughtry began belligerently。
Doctor Emory glanced warningly to Doctor Masters； and Doctor Masters glanced authoritatively at the sergeant who glanced commandingly at his two policemen。 But they did not spring upon Daughtry。 Instead； they backed farther away； drew their clubs； and glared intimidatingly at him。 More convincing than anything else to Daughtry was the conduct of the policemen。 They were manifestly afraid of contact with him。 As he started forward； they poked the ends of their extended clubs towards his ribs to ward him off。
〃Don't you come any closer；〃 one warned him； flourishing his club with the advertisement of braining him。 〃You stay right where you are until you get your orders。〃
〃Put on your shirt and stand over there alongside your master；〃 Doctor Emory commanded Kwaque； having suddenly elevated the chair and spilled him out on his feet on the floor。
〃But what under the sun 。 。 。 〃 Daughtry began； but was ignored by his quondam friend； who was saying to Doctor Masters：
〃The pest…house has been vacant since that Japanese died。 I know the gang of cowards in your department so I'd advise you to give the dope to these here so that they can disinfect the premises when they go in。〃
〃For the love of Mike；〃 Daughtry pleaded； all of stunned belligerence gone from him in his state of stunned conviction that the dread disease possessed him。 He touched his finger to his sensationless forehead； then smelled it and recognized the burnt flesh he had not felt burning。 〃For the love of Mike； don't be in such a rush。 If I've got it； I've got it。 But that ain't no reason we can't deal with each other like white men。 Give me two hours an' I'll get outa the city。 An' in twenty…four I'll be outa the country。 I'll take ship〃
〃And continue to be a menace to the public health wherever you are；〃 Doctor Masters broke in； already visioning a column in the evening papers； with scare…heads； in which he would appear the hero； the St。 George of San Francisco standing with poised lance between the people and the dragon of leprosy。
〃Take them away；〃 said Waiter Merritt Emory； avoiding looking Daughtry in the eyes。
〃Ready！ March！〃 commanded the sergeant。
The two policemen advanced on Daughtry and Kwaque with extended clubs。
〃Keep away； an' keep movin'；〃 one of the policemen growled fiercely。 〃An' do what we say； or get your head cracked。 Out you go； now。 Out the door with you。 Better tell that coon to stick right alongside you。〃
〃Doc。； won't you let me talk a moment？〃 Daughtry begged of Emory。
〃The time for talking is past；〃 was the reply。 〃This is the time for segregation。Doctor Masters； don't forget that ambulance when you're quit of the load。〃
So the procession； led by the board…of…heath doctor and the sergeant； and brought up in the rear by the policemen with their protectively extended clubs； started through the doorway。
Whirling about on the threshold； at the imminent risk of having his skull cracked； Dag Daughtry called back：
〃Doc！ My dog！ You know 'm。〃
〃I'll get him for you；〃 Doctor Emory consented quickly。 〃What's the address？〃
〃Room eight…seven； Clay street； the Bowhead Lodging House； you know the place； entrance just around the corner from the Bowhead Saloon。 Have 'm sent out to me wherever they put mewill you？〃
〃Certainly I will；〃 said Doctor Emory； 〃and you've got a cockatoo； too？〃
〃You bet； Cocky！ Send 'm both along； please； sir。〃
〃My！〃 said Miss Judson； that evening； at dinner with a certain young interne of St。 Joseph's Hospital。 〃That Doctor Emory is a wizard。 No wonder he's successful。 Think of it！ Two filthy lepers in our office to…day！ One was a coon。 And he knew what was the matter the moment he laid eyes on them。 He's a caution。 When I tell you what he did to them with his cigar！ And he was cute about it！ He gave me the wink first。 And they never dreamed what he was doing。 He took his cigar and 。 。 。 〃
CHAPTER XX
The dog； like the horse； abases the base。 Being base； Waiter Merritt Emory was abased by his desire for the possession of Michael。 Had there been no Michael； his conduct would have been quite different。 He would have dealt with Daughtry as Daughtry had described； as between white men。 He would have warned Daughtry of his disease and enabled him to take ship to the South Seas or to Japan； or to other countries where lepers are not segregated。 This would have worked no hardship on those countries； since such was their law and procedure； while it would have enabled Daughtry and Kwaque to escape the hell of the San Francisco pest…house； to which； because of his baseness； he condemned them for the rest of their lives。
Furthermore； when the expense of the maintenance of armed guards over the pest…house； day and night； throughout the years； is considered； Walter Merritt Emory could have saved many thousands of dollars to the tax…payers of the city and county of San Francisco； which thousands of dollars； had they been spent otherwise； could have been diverted to the reduction of the notorious crowding in school…rooms； to purer milk for the babies of the poor； or to an increase of breathing…space in the park system for the people of the stifling ghetto。 But had Walter Merritt Emory been thus considerate； not only would Daughtry and Kwaque have sailed out and away over the sea； but with them would have sailed Michael。
Never was a reception…roomful of patients rushed through more expeditiously than was Doctor Emory's the moment the door had closed upon the two policemen who brought up Daughtry's rear。 And before he went to his late lunch； Doctor Emory was away in his machine and down into the Barbary Coast to the door of the Bowhead Lodging House。 On the way； by virtue of his political affiliations； he had been able to pick up a captain of detectives。 The addition of the captain proved necessary； for the landlady put up a stout argument against the taking of the dog of her lodger。 But Milliken； captain of detectives； was too well known to her； and she yielded to the law of which he was the symbol and of which she was credulously ignorant。
As Michael started out of the room on the end of a rope； a plaintive call of reminder came from the window…sill； where perched a tiny； snow…white cockatoo。
〃Cocky；〃 he called。 〃Cocky。〃
Walter Merritt Emory glanced back and for no more than a moment hesitated。 〃We'll send for the bird later；〃 he told the landlady； who； still mildly expostulating as she followed them downstairs； failed to notice that the captain of the detectives had carelessly left the door to Daughtry's rooms ajar。
But Walter Merritt Emory was not the only base one abased by desire of possession of Michael。 In a deep leather chair； his feet resting in another deep leather chair； at the Indoor Yacht Club； Harry Del Mar yielded to the somniferous digestion of lunch； which was for him breakfast as well； and glanced through the first of the early editions of the afternoon papers。 His eyes lighted on a big headline； with a brief five lines under it。 His feet were instantly drawn down off the chair and under him as he stood up erect upon them。 On swift second thought； he sat down again； pressed the electric button； and； while waiting for the club steward； reread the headline and the brief five lines。
In a taxi； and away； heading for the Barbary Coast； Harry Del Mar saw visions that were golden。 They took on the semblance of yellow； twenty…dollar gold pieces； of yellow…backed paper bills of the go