be as much as your life’s worth to stay on here!” And there was such real fear, in his voice and eyes, that it reconciled me there and then to the discomfort of a big revolyer between the mattress and the small of my back. “We must get you out of it,” he continued, “the moment you feel fit to stir. Shall we say to-morrow?”
“If you like,” I said, advisedly; “and if I can get some sleep to-day.”
“Then to-morrow it is! You see I know it’s the climate,” he added, jumping from tone to tone; “it couldn’t
In my dejection I took a new view of the night’s outrage. It was no common burglar’s work, for what had I worth stealing? It was the work of my unseen enemies, who dogged me in the street; they alone knew why; the doctor had called these hallucinations, and I had forced myself to agree with the doctor;