Flat 2 by Edgar Wallace — Read

At six o'clock, Dr. Warden reached his rooms in Devonshire Street and changed. He had arranged to meet an old professional friend for dinner, and he had forgotten his appointment with Louba until he was half-way down the stairs. He returned for his stethoscope and slipped it into his overcoat pocket.

Louba! No, he had never struck Dr. Warden as a marrying man. He rather liked Louba, with his magnificent vices and his queer accent and overpowering method of shouting down opposition.