In the adjoining room sat Claire Lee, busy with some sewing; but there was a flutter of fear in her eyes, and from time to time her lips trembled, as though she were fighting down some inner repulsion, some frightful and unspeakable horror whose talons were gripping at her from that inner room. And yet the two men, whose conversation came clearly to her, were not speaking of her at all. "You wired me that you had found the place--the place which exactly suited you," said Scudder calmly. "So I came right along." "Good!" said Tom Lee, who was sitting up in bed. "Good! I am eager to get to work. Did you arrange for a contractor as I ordered?" The doctor nodded. "Yes. I stopped in Meteorite and got hold of a good man there. He's coming over this afternoon--drives his own car--and you can go over the plans with him to-night. Of course, you'll have to figure on expensive work, for men and supplies will have to be shipped from Meteorite by truck." Tom Lee waved his hand negligently, as though the question of expense were one to be waived altogether. "That goes without saying," he responded. "But I am glad that you came; I need you very badly. The allowance of opium that you gave me ran out four days ago." Scudder laughed, and relaxed in his chair. "And how are you doing without it?" he inquired. "Can you get along?" "Not here in bed," he rejoined. "If I were outside, actively engaged, at work upon our plans, I think that the activity would help me tremendously. When I was busy with Claire looking up the place, I found this to be true." Scudder's black eyes narrowed very slightly, as though inwardly he were a bit astonished. But his words gave the lie to this supposition. "That's exactly what I calculated on," he returned easily, "and it proves that my theories have been correct. Fortunately, I brought along a good supply. By the way, I'm interested in this fellow who fixed you up--did you say his name was Murray? What did he look like?" Tom Lee described Murray very accurately. From Scudder broke a word of astonishment. "By George!" he exclaimed. "Do you know, that's very remarkable!" "What?" demanded Tom Lee, gazing at him with heavy-lidded calm. "That he should turn up here!" Scudder was animated, vigorous. "You know him, then?" "No, but I know of him. Why, that fellow was one of the greatest surgeons in the country until a year ago! He went all to pieces in a hurry and dropped out of sight; it was more or less hushed up, of course, but in professional circles the truth is known. It was caused by morphia; the poor fellow; must have been a hopeless victim." "He does not look it now," said Tom Lee. His features contracted slightly. "Morphia! And that goes back to opium again. All the more need of our getting to work without further delay, Doctor Scudder! You will remain here for a time?" Scudder's eyes went for an instant to the door of the other room.