Anthony's face fell. Then-- "I'm in your hands, sir," he said. "And I'm very, very grateful for all you've done." His eyes turned to Lady Touchstone. "And you. I don't understand anything yet," he added plaintively. "Good," said the doctor. "Now we know where we are." He took out his watch. "If you would like it, you and your hostess can have a little chat--for ten minutes only--just to clear matters up. Then Nurse Ford will take over." "Please," said Anthony. A moment later the two were alone. "I don't know how I come to be here," said the patient slowly, "but I'm afraid it must have been a terrible inconvenience and--and expense. You know I've no money." Subduing an inclination to burst into tears-- "On the contrary," said Lady Touchstone, "you're quite respectably off. Since you've been ill, you've come into money--more than enough to pay for everything. So don't let that worry you." She felt that it was not the moment to tell him that he was virtually a millionaire. For a moment the man did not speak. Then-- "How did I get here?" he said. "You may well ask," was the reply. "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it possible for George Alison to lift a man of your inches and carry him single-handed right from the front door. I know he rowed for Cambridge, but, all the same, it was the act of a fool. And I told him so. Of course, he only grinned. You know that inane, irresistible grin of his when he's done something he knows is----" "George Alison?" said Anthony. "George Alison? How on earth----" He stopped short and started up on an elbow. "What month is it?" "April," said Lady Touchstone. "And now lie down again, there's a dear boy.... And why shouldn't Alison have----" "But if it's April---- _Good God!_" he cried hoarsely, raising a trembling hand. "_D'you mean to say I've lain here in this house for six months?_" The woman's heart leaped into her mouth. "And why not?" she said quietly. "I know a case of a man who lay unconscious for over two years--the result of a fall hunting. And when he came to----" She stopped to peer at the patient. Then she rang for the nurse---instantly. Anthony had fainted. * * * * * Thus fell that formidable position upon whose delicate reduction all the science of physic, the love of women, the wisdom of friends, had been feverishly concentrated by day and night for nearly three weeks. Chance and a woman's instinct had done the trick. As by a miracle the hopeless had come to pass. The helm had been put hard over, and the craft had answered as sweetly as any swish-tailed circus nag. Gramarye and all her works, if not forgotten, had in the twinkling of an eye become the fabric of a dream--mere relics of a fantastic age for a sane mind to marvel at.