"Oh." Lin said vaguely. He was beginning to feel strange. The memory of that interlude atop the mountain had come back. He was remembering that bit of paper he had snatched from the flames. But of course there was nothing in that.... "Are my things here?" he asked abruptly. "My billfold?" "Yes," the nurse said. "Your billfold is in the drawer here." "Get it," Lin said. She opened the drawer and brought out the billfold. "Open it and see if there's a folded piece of paper that's torn off on one corner," he demanded. He watched while she explored the contents. He recognized the texture of the paper as it came to view. "That's it!" he said tensely. "Give it to me!" He tried to lift an arm. He had to be content with taking it in his fingers while his elbows rested on the bed. With shaking fingers he opened it, and saw the typing that was so different from ordinary typing. His fingers no longer shook. He folded the sheet of paper and handed it back. "Don't put it back in my billfold," he said. "I want you to take that down to the hospital office and have them put it in an envelope and lock it in the safe. Do you understand? I want that taken care of as though it were worth a million dollars. I don't want anything to happen to it. Do you understand?" "Y-yes," she said. "I'll do that." Lin watched her leave the room, then turned with a grin to the doctors. "I'll live," he said confidently. "I'll live. _Nothing_ can kill me now--so long as that sheet of paper remains intact." He didn't mind at all the way the two men looked at each other with lifted eyebrows. * * * * * The door swished open. The nurse came in. "There's a man down in the waiting room who wants to see you, Mr. Grant," she said. "He gave his name as Hugo Fairchild." Lin frowned. "You sure he wants to see me?" he asked. "I don't know anyone by that name." "Yes, it's you," the nurse said. "I told him you weren't in any shape to see any visitors, but he said he would take only a moment of your time." "All right," Lin sighed. "Send him up, but make sure he doesn't stay any longer than that." Lin examined the man the nurse brought in. He was of medium height and of ordinary appearance. A type that wouldn't attract a second glance on the street or anywhere else. "I'm Hugo Fairchild," the man said. "You're Lin Grant." "That's right," Lin said. Fairchild looked down at Lin for a moment, then said abruptly, "I'll come straight to the point. You have a piece of paper that doesn't belong to you. I've come to get it." Lin's eyes narrowed. "How did you know about it, and why do _you_ want it?" "There's no need to ask questions," Fairchild said. "I'm here to get that piece of paper. It's of no importance to you." "You can't have it," Lin said. Fairchild looked around quickly. "We're alone," he said rapidly. "I could knock you out with one blow of my fist. If you won't make any outcry I'll just take it out of your billfold and leave."