There was a sedative on the mantel and he offered it to Siward, who struck it from his hand.
Once, toward morning, Siward feigned sleep, and Plank, heavy head on his breast, feigned it, too.

Then Siward bent over stealthily and opened a drawer in his desk; and Plank was on his feet like a flash, jerking the morphine from Siward's fingers.
The doctor arrived at daylight, responding to Plank's summons by telephone, and Plank went away with the morphine and Siward's revolver bulging in the side-pockets of his dinner coat.
He did not come again for a week.

A short note from Siward started him toward lower Fifth Avenue.
There was little said when he came into the room: "Hello, Plank! Glad to see you." "Hello! Are you all right ?" "All right.

...

Much obliged for pulling me through.