ving its own wire connections, in one
of which was boiling water while the other contained a meat stew. On
the table was a box of tea, a bowl of sugar, and a plate heaped with
hard bread. Finding other dishes in a cupboard, Cabot made a pot of
tea, turned off the electric current, and served breakfast. Before
eating a mouthful himself he prepared a bowl of broth for his patient,
which the latter managed to swallow after many attempts and painful
effort.

Cabot ate ravenously, and, after his meal, felt once more ready to face
any number of difficulties. First he went to the bedside of his host
and said:

"Now, Mr. Homolupus, I want to find out what is the trouble and what I
can do for you. Are you wounded, or just naturally ill?"

The man looked at his questioner for a moment, as though he were on the
point of speaking. Then he seemed to change his mind, and, reaching
for a pencil and pad that lay close at hand, he wrote:

"I am shot in the chest."

"Who--I mean how----" began Cabot, and then, realising that his
curiosity could well wait, he added: "But, with your permission, I will
examine the wound and see if there is anything I can do."

With this he sought and gently removed a blood-soaked bandage, thereby
disclosing a sight so ghastly that it almost unnerved him. The wound
was so terrible, and the loss of blood from it had evidently been so
great, that how even the giant frame of the man-wolf could have
survived it was amazing. Having no knowledge of surgery, Cabot could
only bathe and rebandage it. Then he said:

"Now, I am going to be your nurse, and you must lie perfectly still
without attempting to get up again until I give you leave."

Seeing an expression of dissent in the man's face, he continued:

"It's all right. I am under the greatest of obligations to you, and am
only too glad of a chance to pay some of it back. So I shall stay
right here just as long as you need me. Fortunately I know something
about both electricity and machinery, having been educated at a
technical institute, so that I shall be able to manage very well with
your plant. But I do wish you could explain a few things to me. Is
your name really 'Homolupus'?"

The sufferer smiled and wrote on his pad:

"My name is Watson Balfour."

[Illustration: "My name is Watson Balfour."]

"Of London?" queried Cabot.

The man nodded.

"Is it possible that you can be Watson Balfour, the celebrated English
electrician, wh