to take them over, comes round to enter
their names on his list.

They are to be dressed in civilian clothes supplied by the Hospital.

It all sounded very simple until you tried to get the clothes. First you
had to see the President, who referred you to the Matron, who referred
you to the clerk in charge of the clothing department. An _infirmier_
(one of the mysterious officials who hang about the hall wearing peaked
caps; the problem of their existence was now solved for the first
time)--an _infirmier_ was despatched to find the clerk. The clothing
department must have been hidden in the remotest recesses of the
Hospital, for it was ages before he came back to ask me all over again
what clothes would be wanted. He was a little fat man with bright, curly
hair, very eager, and very cheerful and very kind. He scuttled off again
like a rabbit, and I had to call him back to measure Russell. And when
he had measured Russell, with his gay and amiable alacrity, Russell and
I had to wait until he came back with the clothes.

I had made up my mind very soon that it would be no use measuring
Cameron for any clothes, or getting him ready for any train. He was
moving his head from side to side and making queer moaning sounds of
agitation and dismay. He had asked for a cigarette, which somebody had
brought him. It dropped from his fingers. Somebody picked it up and lit
it and stuck it in his mouth; it dropped again. Then I noticed something
odd about his left arm; he was holding it up with his right hand and
feeling it. It dropped, too, like a dead weight, on the counterpane.
Cameron watched its behaviour with anguish. He complained that his left
arm was all numb and too heavy to hold up. Also he said he was afraid
to be moved and taken away.

It struck me that Cameron's head must be smashed in on the right side
and that some pressure on his brain was causing paralysis. It was quite
clear that he couldn't be moved. So I sent for one of the Belgian
doctors to come and look at him, and keep him in the Hospital.

The Belgian doctor found that Cameron's head _was_ smashed in on the
right side, and that there was pressure on his brain, causing paralysis
in his left arm.

He is to be kept in the Hospital and operated on this morning. They may
save him if they can remove the pressure.

It seemed ages before the merry little _infirmier_ came back with
Russell's clothes. And when he did come he brought socks that were too
tight, and