When he reopened his eyes, a man was standing by his bedside, a short man with a black beard and gold-rimmed glasses.

Mr.Dunster, in this first stage of his convalescence, was perhaps difficult to please, for he did not like the look of the doctor, either.
"Please tell me where I am ?" he begged.
"You have been in a railway accident," the doctor told him, "and you were brought here afterwards." "In a railway accident," Mr.Dunster repeated.

"Ah, yes, I remember! I took a special to Harwich--I remember now.

Where is my dressing-bag ?" "It is here by the side of your bed." "And my pocket-book ?" "It is on your dressing-table." "Have any of my things been looked at ?" "Only so far as was necessary to discover your identity," the doctor assured him.

"Don't talk too much.