Colwyn's companion, who was bending over him feeling his heart, helped him to a sitting posture, and then, glancing at the faces crowded around, exclaimed in a sharp voice: "He wants air.

Please move back there a little." "Certainly, Sir Henry." It was a stout man in a check golfing suit who spoke.

"But the ladies are very anxious to know if it is anything serious." "No, no.

He will be quite all right directly.

Just fall back, and give him more air.