“You know everything, sir. Such a convenience. But Vienna being quite near Bohemia, as I’ve heard--looks awkward, don’t it?” “Is that what you came to say?” “Not wholly, sir. No. I am Superintendent Bell. Mr. Lomas sent me to you. He considered you might find it convenient to have some one in the house who could keep an eye open.” “Very kind of Mr. Lomas.” There was a tap at the door. The Archduke Leopold’s valet appeared. The Archduke Leopold was much surprised that Dr. Fortune had not brought him news of the patient. The Archduke Leopold desired that Dr. Fortune would come to him immediately. “Really?” Reggie said. “Dr. Fortune’s compliments to the Archduke, and he is much occupied. He can give the Archduke a few moments.” The valet, having the appearance of a man who has never been so surprised in his life, retired. “It’s a gift,” Superintendent Bell murmured. “It’s a gift, you know. I never could handle the nobs.” Reggie began to get together some odds and ends: a bottle full of tiny white tablets, a graduated glass, a jug of water, a hypodermic syringe. “You’d better clear out, you know,” he said to Superintendent Bell. “Will he come?” “He’ll come all right,” Reggie said, and took off his coat. When he turned, Superintendent Bell had vanished. “Just setting the stage, sir?” said a voice from behind the curtain. “Confound your impertinence,” Reggie growled. “Here----” But the Archduke came in. He was now a decoration in a russet brown. “You are very mysterious, Dr. Fortune,” he complained. “I expect more frankness, sir.” “My patient is my first consideration, sir.” “I desire that you will consider my anxieties. Well, sir, how is my brother?” “You may give yourself every hope of his recovery, sir.” The Archduke looked round for a chair and was some time in finding one. “This is very good news,” he said slowly, and slowly smiled. “_Mon Dieu_, doctor, it seems too good to be true! Last night you told me to fear the worst.” “Last night--was last night, sir,” Reggie said. “This morning we begin to see our way. All the symptoms are good. I believe that in a few hours the patient will be able to speak.” “To speak? But the concussion? It was so dangerous. But this is bewildering, doctor.” “Most fortunate, sir. You might talk of the hand of Providence. Well, we shall see what we shall see. He may be able to tell you something of how it all happened. You’ll pardon me, I’m anxious to prepare the injection.” He dropped a tablet in the glass and poured in water. “Fact is, this ought to make all the difference. Wonderful things drugs, sir. A taste of strychnine--one of these little fellows--and a man has another try at living. Two or three of ’em--just specks, aren’t they?--sudden death. Excuse me a moment. I must take a look at the patient.” He was gone some time. When he came back the Archduke was still there. “All goes well, doctor?” “I begin to think so.”