He raised the little whistle which hung from his chain.

At that moment, however, the door was opened.

Doctor Sarson appeared.
"I am sorry to disturb you, Mr.Fentolin," he said, "but our patient is becoming a little difficult.

The concussion has left him, as I feared it might, in a state of nervous excitability.

He insists upon an interview with you." Mr.Fentolin backed his little chair from the table.