My brother is his assistant.

I daresay we shall hear more about him from him." "Now, then, boys; heave up, gently, that's it," and Cardo was carried out of the shop to the hospital in an adjoining street.

Here, placed on a bed in one of the long wards, doctors and nurses were soon around him; but Cardo lay white and still and unconscious.
One of the bearers had mentioned typhoid fever, and Dr.Belton looked grave and interested as he applied himself to the examination of the patient.
"My brother has been here," said his assistant; "this man had just been in to his shop, and said he believed he was sickening for typhoid, and it wasn't ten minutes before he was picked up on the quay." "The heat of the sun, I expect, was too much for him under the circumstances," said Dr.Belton.

"A plain case of sunstroke, I think." "This money was found in his pocket," said Simkins, handing over five sovereigns and fifteen shillings in silver; "this bunch of keys, too, and his watch; but no card or letter to show who he is." "Fine young fellow," said Dr.Belton; "splendid physique, but looks like a bad attack." Restoratives were tried, but with no effect; Cardo still lay like a dead man.
"Very strange," said the doctor, when next day he found the patient in the same unconscious condition.

"Few constitutions would be able to fight against two such serious diseases." "Sunstroke as well as typhoid ?" said Mr.Simkins.
"Yes, I have no doubt of it.