But why does this gennlem'n-- ?" "Now it's of no use for you to ask a lot of questions," Mrs.Schallibaum said playfully; "we'll talk to you to-morrow.

Good night, doctor.

I'll light you down the stairs, but I won't come down with you, or the patient will be falling asleep again." Taking this definite dismissal, I retired, followed by a dreamily surprised glance from the sick man.

The housekeeper held the candle over the balusters until I reached the bottom of the stairs, when I perceived through the open door along the passage a glimmer of light from the carriage lamps.

The coachman was standing just outside, faintly illuminated by the very dim lamplight, and as I stepped into the carriage he remarked in his Scotch dialect that I "seemed to have been makin' a nicht of it." He did not wait for any reply--none being in fact needed--but shut the door and locked it.
I lit my little pocket-lamp and hung it on the back cushion.