" And with that I looked up and
caught sight of Constantia's mother at the head of the staircase.
"It's all right, Mrs. Denistoun," said I, glancing up. "It's my
friend, Jack Foe--my friend that was. With the doctor's leave I'll
get him back presently to Jermyn Street, where Jephson and I will
look after him for the night. . . . Jephson used to worship him, and
will wait on him as a slave."
And with that--as it seemed amid the blasts of Furnilove's whistle in
the porchway and the _toot-toot_ of a taxi, answering it--a quiet man
stood above my shoulder. It was the doctor: and Furnilove had been
so explicit on the 'phone that the doctor--whose name I learnt
afterwards to be Tredgold--almost by magic whipped out a small bottle
from his pocket.
"Water," said he, after a look at the patient, "and a tumbler,
quick!"
Furnilove dashed into the library and returned with both.
"Bromide," said Dr. Tredgold. "Let him take it down and then hold
his head steady for a few minutes. . . . Right! . . . Now the
question is, where to bestow him? I can't answer for him when the
dose wears off: but it's no case to leave with two ladies.
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