"I believe I have a friend there." "A friend!" the Doctor repeated in surprise.
"Yes; I am convinced that the juggler is there.

Not once, but half a dozen times during the last two nights when I have been on watch on the terrace, I have distinctly heard the words whispered in my ear, 'Meet me at your bungalow.' You may think I dozed off and was dreaming, but I was as wide awake then as I am now.

I cannot say that I recognized the voice, but the words were in the dialect he speaks.

At any rate, as soon as I am out I shall make my way there, and shall wait there all night on the chance of his coming.

After what we know of the man's strange powers, there seems nothing unreasonable to me in his being able to impress upon my mind the fact that he wants to see me." "I quite agree with you there, and his aid might be invaluable.