The astonishing collapse of Spurlock created a tableau of short duration.

Then the hotel manager struck his palms together sharply, and two Chinese "boys" came pattering in from the dining room.

With a gesture which was without any kind of emotional expression, the manager indicated the silent crumpled figure on the floor and gave the room number.

The Chinamen raised the limp body and carried it to the hall staircase, up which they mounted laboriously.
"A doctor at once!" cried Ruth excitedly.
"A doctor?
What he needs is a good jolt of aromatic spirits of ammonia.

I can get that at the bar," the manager said, curtly.