But he had thrown back the bedclothes and his broad chest and great arms were free.

His pleasant voice rang out at once.
"Hallo! Hallo! You are a good Samaritan.

Is that you, Marigold?
There's a comfortable chair by the bedside for Major Meredyth." He seemed remarkably strong and hearty; far from any danger of death.
Stubs of cigarettes were lying in an ash-tray on the bed.

In a moment or two they settled me down and left me alone with him.
As soon as he heard the click of the door he said: "I've done more than I set out to do.

You remember our conversation.