Mr.Dunster held out his hand for them and then hesitated.
"Can you tell me any date, Doctor, upon which I can rely upon leaving here ?" "You will probably be well enough to travel on the third day from now," the doctor assured him.
"The third day," Mr.Dunster muttered.

"Very well." He wrote out three telegrams and passed them over.
"One," he said, "is to New York, one to The Hague, and one to London.
There was plenty of money in my pocket.

Perhaps you will find it and pay for these." "Is there anything more," the doctor asked, "that can be done for your comfort ?" "Nothing at present," Mr.Dunster replied.

"My head aches now, but I think that I shall want to leave before three days are up.

Are you the doctor in the neighbourhood ?" Sarson shook his head.
"I am physician to Mr.Fentolin's household," he answered quietly.