"I think not." The Unknown stirred feebly--made an effort to sit up.

Beresford and the Doctor caught him under the arms and helped him to his feet.

He stood there swaying, a blank expression on his face.
"A chair!" said the Doctor quickly.

"Ah--" He helped the strange figure to sit down and bent over him again.
"You're all right now, my friend," he said in his best tones of professional cheeriness.

"Dizzy a bit, aren't you ?" The Unknown rubbed his wrists where his bonds had cut them.