WELL, WHO KILLED THE DOG? ~ Perhaps His Loquacious Mistress Told Him Her Troubles.

March 6, 1908

Perhaps His Loquacious Mistress Told
Him Her Troubles.

"I used to think that people would run out of freak grounds for asking criminal warrants," remarked Assistant Prosecutor Kimbrell yesterday, "but there is a new one every day. Today it is a woman who wants a man arrested for prescribing for her dog, when the man isn't a registered veterinary. She is very much excited, because the dog died. She--"

The telephone rang and Kimbrell answered:

"No, as I told you a while ago, we can't swear out a warrant for the man who doctored your dog, unless you can prove that he was not a registered veterinary. Yes, I know, you think he isn't, but you must be positive. The best thing for you is to bring a civil suit for damages, if you think he --"

Here Bert stopped five minutes to listen. He resumed:

"The dog died within three hours of when the man left? Well, I've known lots of people to die within three hours after a good doctor left them.

"You think he didn't diagnose the case correctly? Well, maybe he didn't. All doctors make mistakes, you know. What do you think was the matter with the dog? Pneumonia. And he said it was a fever? Well, maybe he was mistaken.

"Why don't you call in another doctor and have him hold a post mortem examination. That's the only way you can be sure what killed the dog. He might have swallowed a rat biscuit for all you know. What doctor will hold a post-mortem? Oh, any of them. Try your family physician. Oh, that's all right, no trouble at all. Goodby.

"I came near telling her to call Coroner Thompson to hold the autopsy," Kimbrell remarked, when he had hung up the receiver. "I'm glad I didn't, because Dr. Thompson would have been angry and then she would have blamed this office."