Ruth nor Drake nor the black eunuch was there! "Ruth!" I shouted.

"Drake!" There was no answer.

I ran to the doorway.

Peering up into the white vault of the heavens I set the time of day as close to seven; I had slept then three hours, more or less.

Yet short as that time of slumber had been, I felt marvelously refreshed, reenergized; the effect, I was certain, of the extraordinarily tonic qualities of the atmosphere of this place.