Jamieson moved a hand in cheerful gesture to his patient.
"Good-by, my dear.

Just get well, now.

I'm coming back, and then we'll have a talk.

Be good, now, and don't walk in your sleep any more." He took Dunwody by the shoulder and led him out.
"I don't like this, Dunwody," he said, when they were out of earshot of the room.

"What's going on here?
I'm your doctor, as we both know; but I'm your friend, too.