"I congratulate you, sir," he said, with his easy humor, as he passed the visitor who had become possessed of his card.

"Number Fourteen seems to be a luckier number in your keeping than it was in mine." As he spoke, he took Doctor Lagarde's disengaged hand.

The instant they touched each other the sleeper started.

His voice rose; his face flushed.

"You are the man!" he exclaimed.