It is only a momentary attack, however; in a little while the leaden hue clears away, and, though still ghastly, his face looks more natural.
"Brandy," gasps he faintly.

The professor holds it to his lips, and after a minute or two he revives sufficiently to be able to sit up and look round him.
"Thought you had got rid of me for good and all," says he, with a malicious grin, terrible to see on his white, drawn face.

"But I'll beat you yet! There!--Call my fellow--he's below.

Can't get about without a damned attendant in the morning, now.

But I'll cure all that.