I'll fix up a course of treatment for you.

Now, if you'll get out of the chair, we'll look at your black servant." But first, before Kwaque was leaned back, Doctor Emory threw over the chair a sheet that smelled of having been roasted almost to the scorching point.

As he was about to examine Kwaque, he looked with a slight start of recollection at his watch.

When he saw the time he startled more, and turned a reproachful face upon his assistant.
"Miss Judson," he said, coldly emphatic, "you have failed me.

Here it is, twenty before twelve, and you knew I was to confer with Doctor Hadley over that case at eleven-thirty sharp.