Part 50 (1/2)

”Wait a little longer,” said the doctor.

The woman in her hiding-place hardly dared to breathe.

”What?” asked Lord Harry. ”You mean that the man, after all--”

”Wait a little longer,” the doctor repeated quietly.

”Tell me”--Lord Harry bent over the sick man eagerly--”you think----”

”Look here,” the doctor said. ”Which of us two has had a medical education--you, or I?”

”You, of course.”

”Yes; I, of course. Then I tell you, as a medical man, that appearances are sometimes deceptive. This man, for instance--he looks better; he thinks he is recovering; he feels stronger. You observe that he is fatter in the face. His nurse, f.a.n.n.y Mere, went away with the knowledge that he was much better, and the conviction that he was about to leave the house as much recovered as such a patient with such a disorder can expect.”

”Well?”

”Well, my lord, allow me to confide in you. Medical men mostly keep their knowledge in such matters to themselves. We know and recognise symptoms which to you are invisible. By these symptoms--by those symptoms,” he repeated slowly and looking hard at the other man, ”I know that this man--no longer Oxbye, my patient, but--another--is in a highly dangerous condition. I have noted the symptoms in my book”--he tapped his pocket--”for future use.”

”And when--when----” Lord Harry was frightfully pale. His lips moved, but he could not finish the sentence. The Thing he had agreed to was terribly near, and it looked uglier than he had expected.

”Oh! when?” the doctor replied carelessly. ”Perhaps to-day--perhaps in a week. Here, you see, Science is sometimes baffled. I cannot say.”

Lord Harry breathed deeply. ”If the man is in so serious a condition,”

he said, ”is it safe or prudent for us to be alone in the house without a servant and without a nurse?”

”I was not born yesterday, my lord, I a.s.sure you,” said the doctor in his jocular way. ”They have found me a nurse. She will come to-day. My patient's life is, humanly speaking”--Lord Harry shuddered--”perfectly safe until her arrival.”

”Well--but she is a stranger. She must know whom she is nursing.”

”Certainly. She will be told--I have already told her--that she is going to nurse Lord Harry Norland, a young Irish gentleman. She is a stranger. That is the most valuable quality she possesses. She is a complete stranger. As for you, what are you? Anything you please. An English gentleman staying with me under the melancholy circ.u.mstances of his lords.h.i.+p's illness. What more natural? The English doctor is staying with his patient, and the English friend is staying with the doctor. When the insurance officer makes inquiries, as he is very likely to do, the nurse will be invaluable for the evidence she will give.”

He rose, pulled up the blinds noiselessly, and opened the windows.

Neither the fresh air nor the light awoke the sleeping man.

Vimpany looked at his watch. ”Time for the medicine,” he said. ”Wake him up while I get it ready.”

”Would you not--at least---suffer him to have his sleep out?” asked Lord Harry, again turning pale.

”Wake him up. Shake him by the shoulder. Do as I tell you,” said the doctor, roughly. ”He will go to sleep again. It is one of the finer qualities of my medicine that it sends people to sleep. It is a most soothing medicine. It causes a deep--a profound sleep. Wake him up, I say.” he went to the cupboard in which the medicines were kept. Lord Harry with some difficulty roused the sick man, who awoke dull and heavy, asking why he was disturbed.

”Time for your medicine, my good fellow,” said the doctor. ”Take it, and you shall not be disturbed again--I promise you that.”

The door of the cupboard prevented the spy from seeing what the doctor was doing; but he took longer than usual in filling the gla.s.s. Lord Harry seemed to observe this, for he left the Dane and looked over the doctor's shoulder. ”What are you doing?” he asked in a whisper.

”Better not inquire, my lord,” said the doctor. ”What do you know about the mysteries of medicine?”

”Why must I not inquire?”

Vimpany turned, closing the cupboard behind him. In his hand was a gla.s.s full of the stuff he was about to administer.