The nurse is bringing you some beef tea." "When," Mr.Dunster enquired, "shall I be able to continue my journey ?" "That depends upon many things," the doctor replied.
Mr.Dunster drank his beef tea and felt considerably stronger.

His head still ached, but his memory was returning.
"There was a young man in the carriage with me," he asked presently.
"Mr.Gerald something or other I think he said his name was ?" "Fentolin," the doctor said.

"He is unhurt.

This is his relative's house to which you have been brought." Mr.Dunster lay for a time with knitted brows.

Once more the name of Fentolin seemed somehow familiar to him, seemed somehow to bring with it to his memory a note of warning.