He saw a table at the foot of his bed and noticed on it a small leather case, two green bottles stoppered with india-rubber, and a small covered bowl looking as if it contained beef-tea.

He extended his explorations still further, and discovered an Hanoverian wardrobe against the left wall, a glare of light (which he presently discerned to be a window), a dingy wall-paper, and finally a door.

As he reached this point the door opened and an old man with a velvet skull-cap, spectacles, and a kind, furrowed face, came in and stood over him.
"Well ?" said the old man.
"I am a bit stiff," said Frank.
"Are you hungry ?" "I don't think so." "Well, you're doing very well, if that's any satisfaction to you," observed the doctor, frowning on him doubtfully.
Frank said nothing.
The doctor sat down on a chair by the bed that Frank suddenly noticed for the first time.
"Well," said the doctor, "I suppose you want to know the facts.

Here they are.

My name is Whitty; I'm a doctor; you're in my house.