dle of
the night in this way!'

Colonel McClure had just entered the room where I had been shown.

'I wouldn't have done it without reason,' I said. 'I have travelled
fifty miles to-night to get to you, and I want you to come with me to Sir
Thomas Bolivick's at once.'

'Sir Thomas Bolivick? I don't know him. Why should I come with you?'

'At any rate, hear what I have to say, and then judge for yourself.'

He listened attentively, while I told him my story. At first he seemed
to think lightly of it, and appeared to regard my visit to him as the act
of a madman; but when I related my conversation with Dr. Merril, I saw
that his face changed colour, and his eyes contracted.

'Tell me the symptoms again,' he said abruptly.

I described to him as minutely as I was able everything concerning my
friend, and then, without asking another question, he unlocked a cabinet,
took out a number of things which were meaningless to me, and put them in
a bag.

'Go and get your car started again,' he said, 'and wait for me.'

In an incredibly quick time, he had made himself ready for the journey,
and insisted on taking his seat by my side.

'You sit behind,' he said to Buller, so peremptorily that he seemed like
a man in anger. Then turning to me, he said, 'Drive like blazes!'

For the first hour of our return journey, he did not speak a word. He
was evidently in deep thought, and his face was as rigid as marble.
Then, suddenly, he began to ask questions, questions which at first
seemed meaningless. He asked me to describe the scenery around Bolivick,
and then he questioned me concerning Sir Thomas Bolivick's household,
after which he asked me to give him details concerning every member of
the family.

'Have you made up your mind concerning the case?' I asked presently.

'How can I tell until I have examined the man?'

'But you heard what I have told you?'

'And you have told me nothing.'

'It seems to me I have told you a great deal, and I tell you this,
McClure,--if it is within human skill to save him, you must.'

'Aren't I taking this long, beastly midnight journey,' he replied, like a
man in anger, 'do you think I am doing this for fun? I say, tell me more
about this Edgecumbe; it is necessary that I should have full
particulars.'

After I had described our meeting, and our experiences in France, he
again sat for some time perfectly silent. He took no notice of what I
said to him, and did not even reply