The rush of cold air, as the car swung round and started off, was like new life to him.

He closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, they had come to a standstill underneath a red lamp.
"The doctor's!" he muttered to himself, and, staggering out, rang the bell.
Dr.Spencer Whiles had had a somewhat dreary day, and was thoroughly enjoying a late rubber of bridge with three of his most agreeable neighbors.

A summons into the consulting room, however, was so unexpected a thing that he did not hesitate for a moment to obey it, without even waiting to complete a deal.

When he entered the apartment, he saw a slim but determined-looking young man, whose clothes were covered with dust, and who, although he sat with folded arms and grim face, was very nearly in a state of collapse.
"You seem to have met with an accident," the doctor remarked.