He watched grimly the preparations the hospital physician was silently making in his case, for fever, inflammation.
"I must be strong enough to go out cured on Christmas eve," he said to him one day, coolly.
The old doctor glanced up shrewdly.

He was an old Alsatian, very plain-spoken.
"You say so ?" he mumbled.

"Chut! Then you will go.

There are some--bull-dog, men.

They do what they please,--they never die unless they choose, begar! We know them in our practice, Herr Holmes!" Holmes laughed.