Can you fix it ?" "I think so," nodded the physician.

"You can help.

Turn on that electric fan and place your friend's uniform overcoat where the fan will play upon it.

That will drive away most of the smell of alcohol." "Alcohol ?" mumbled Dan wonderingly.
"Don't try to think, now, Mr.Dalzell," ordered the physician.
"Mr.Darrin will explain to you later." Dan lay on the lounge, the physician keeping a finger on his pulse.
Presently the man of medicine gave Dan another drink of restorative.
"Now, get up and walk to the back of the room with me," commanded the physician.

"Here, I'll throw this window up.