Might I ask if you are fully qualified ?" "I am an M.D.of London," the doctor replied.

"You can make yourself quite easy as to my qualifications.

It would not suit Mr.Fentolin's purpose to entrust himself to the care of any one without a reputation." He left the room, and Mr.Dunster closed his eyes.

His slumbers, however, were not altogether peaceful ones.

All the time there seemed to be a hammering inside his head, and from somewhere back in his obscured memory the name of Fentolin seemed to be continually asserting itself.
From somewhere or other, the amazing sense which sometimes gives warning of danger to men of adventure, seemed to have opened its feelers.