"He can't sleep without it, she told me.

He's been under a terrible business strain lately and couldn't stand the pressure, I expect." "Well, that's a little better," returned the doctor, moving the apparently lifeless arm aside and placing his ear close to the patient's breast.

For a moment he listened intently, then he drew up a chair and sat down beside him, his fingers on Garry's pulse.
"You don't think he's in danger, do you, doctor ?" asked Jack in an anxious tone.
"No--he'll pull through.

His breathing is bad, but his heart is doing fairly well.

But he's got to stop this sort of thing." Here the old doctor's voice rose as his indignation increased (nothing would wake Garry).