other paraphernalia from his satchel and went through a very professional probe.
When he had folded up and tucked away the tools of his trade, he announced, "Nothing organically wrong at present, Mr. Dillon, but there are several indications that there will be very soon unless you give yourself a complete rest. In fact, a rest is absolutely necessary, and at once. You must get away from your work and your present environment. Now what I would suggest is a sojourn of a week or so at Spring Lake Sanitarium in Connecticut. It is a health resort run by a doctor friend of mine—very cheap and not very far from New York. But you must get away at once—today."
"But I can't do that. I must run my car or I lose my franchise. If a single day goes by that I don't make a trip, I'm ruined."
Carter spoke up. "I have a reliable man who will run your car for you," he said promptly. "I lined him up after your—er—accident yesterday. He understands horses. In fact he is an ex-jockey. And I myself will look after him and see that your car makes its regular trips."
Pop hesitated. He really was feeling badly. He doubted if he was equal to going back on the car for a day or so. He was so very tired. And his back pained him cruelly.
As if guessing his thoughts, Dr. Mason says, "Spring Lake Sanitarium specializes in back trouble. They have baths that are very soothing and special electrical apparatus that works wonders."
