I., p.

172.
It is that of a seaman, who was pressed on board one of his Majesty's ships, early in the revolutionary war; and while on board this vessel, fell from the yard-arm, and was taken up insensible, in which state he continued living for thirteen months and some days! So with a little more talk, Mrs.Sturk, calling one of her maids, and leaving the little girl in charge of the nursery, ran down with noiseless steps and care-worn face to the kitchen, and Mr.Dangerfield was left alone in the chamber with the spell-bound sleeper on the bed.
In about ten seconds he rose sharply from his chair and listened: then very noiselessly he stepped to the door and listened again, and gently shut it.
Then Mr.Dangerfield moved to the window.

There was a round hole in the shutter, and through it he glanced into the street, and was satisfied.
By this time he had his white-pocket-handkerchief in his hands.

He folded it deftly across and across into a small square, and then the spectacles flashed coldly on the image of Dr.Sturk, and then on the door; and there was a pause.
'What's that ?' he muttered sharply, and listened for a second or two.
It was only one of the children crying in the nursery.

The sound subsided.
So with another long silent step, he stood by the capriole-legged old mahogany table, with the scallop shell containing a piece of soap and a washball, and the basin with its jug of water standing therein.