Doctor Bronson explained the case to his colleague.

And fifteen minutes later Lane's body was again straight.
Also he was wringing wet with cold sweat and quivering in every muscle.
"Gentlemen--your cure is--worse than--the disease," he panted.
Manifestly Doctor Branson's interest in Lane had advanced beyond the professional.

His tone was one of friendship when he said, "Boy, it beats hell what you can stand.

I don't know about you.

Stop your worry now.