It took my breath away and sent my mind whirling back over twenty years.
It was like awaking from a dream to find a door flung open in front of me and to hear the Sister announce my name.

I was on the threshold not of a ward, but of a well-appointed private room fairly high up and facing the square, for the first thing I saw was the tops of the leafless trees through the windows.

Then I was conscious of a cheery fire.

The last thing I took in was the bed running at right angles to door and window, and Leonard Boyce lying in it with bandages about his face.

For the dazed second or two he seemed to be Reggie Dacre over again.