You need some rest yourself.

Shall I give you a sleeping draft ?" "I do wish you would, Dr.Goodwin, sair," he answered gratefully.
"Tomorrow, when I feel bettair--I would have a talk with you." I nodded.

He did know something then! I mixed him an opiate of considerable strength.

He took it and went to his own cabin.
I locked the door behind him and then, sitting beside the sleeping Norseman, I told O'Keefe my story from end to end.

He asked few questions as I spoke.