He looked around the room fretfully.
He looked into the nurse's face, which he disliked exceedingly, and he looked at the doctor, whom he was beginning to detest.
"Whose house exactly is this ?" he demanded.
"This is St.David's Hall--the home of Mr.Miles Fentolin," the doctor told him.

"The young gentleman with whom you were travelling is his nephew." "Can I send a telegram ?" Mr.Dunster asked, a little abruptly.
"Without a doubt," the doctor replied.

"Mr.Fentolin desired me to ask you if there was any one whom you would like to apprise of your safety." Again the man upon the bed lay quite still, with knitted brows.

There was surely something familiar about that name.

Was it his fevered fancy or was there also something a little sinister?
The nurse, who had glided from the room, came back presently with some telegraph forms.