He was still dressed.

He propelled his chair a few yards down the corridor and beckoned them to approach.
"I am so sorry," he said softly, "that you should have been disturbed, Mr.Hamel.We have been a little anxious about our mysterious guest.
Doctor Sarson fetched me an hour ago.

He discovered that it was necessary to perform a very slight operation, merely the extraction of a splinter of wood.

It is all over now, and I think that he will do very well." Notwithstanding this very plausible explanation, Hamel was conscious of the remains of an uneasiness which he scarcely knew how to put into words.
"It was a most distressing cry," he observed doubtfully, "a cry of fear as well as of pain." "Poor fellow!" Mr.Fentolin remarked compassionately.

"I am afraid that for a moment or two he must have suffered acutely.