she said:

"The Nurse tells me that Silvio was asleep on Nurse Kennedy's bed ever
since you went to your Father's room until a while ago. He came there
just after you had gone to master's room. Nurse says that Nurse
Kennedy is moaning and muttering in her sleep as though she had a
nightmare. I think we should send for Dr. Winchester."

"Do so at once, please!" said Miss Trelawny; and we went back to the
room.

For a while Miss Trelawny stood looking at her father, with her brows
wrinkled. Then, turning to me, as though her mind were made up, she
said:

"Don't you think we should have a consultation on Father? Of course I
have every confidence in Doctor Winchester; he seems an immensely
clever young man. But he is a young man; and there must be men who
have devoted themselves to this branch of science. Such a man would
have more knowledge and more experience; and his knowledge and
experience might help to throw light on poor Father's case. As it is,
Doctor Winchester seems to be quite in the dark. Oh! I don't know what
to do. It is all so terrible!" Here she broke down a little and cried;
and I tried to comfort her.

Doctor Winchester arrived quickly. His first thought was for his
patient; but when he found him without further harm, he visited Nurse
Kennedy. When he saw her, a hopeful look came into his eyes. Taking a
towel, he dipped a corner of it in cold water and flicked on the face.
The skin coloured, and she stirred slightly. He said to the new
nurse--Sister Doris he called her:

"She is all right. She will wake in a few hours at latest. She may be
dizzy and distraught at first, or perhaps hysterical. If so, you know
how to treat her."

"Yes, sir!" answered Sister Doris demurely; and we went back to Mr.
Trelawny's room. As soon as we had entered, Mrs. Grant and the Nurse
went out so that only Doctor Winchester, Miss Trelawny, and myself
remained in the room. When the door had been closed Doctor Winchester
asked me as to what had occurred. I told him fully, giving exactly
every detail so far as I could remember. Throughout my narrative,
which did not take long, however, he kept asking me questions as to who
had been present and the order in which each one had come into the
room. He asked other things, but nothing of any importance; these were
all that took my attention, or remained in my memory. When our
conversation was finished, he said in a very decided way indeed, to
Miss Trelawny: