"Now we'll see what we can find," I said. "I've got any amount of kit, but I'm afraid none of it will fit you very well." "I'm going to attend to you first," she answered, pulling open the top drawer. "Why, here's the very thing I want! This will make a beautiful sling." She took out a large silk handkerchief, and, crossing to the washstand, picked up the wet sponge. Then with an air of almost professional gravity she came back to where I was standing. "I learned something about accidents when I was living on the ranch," she went on. "You must let me put this under your arm before I fasten you up. That will keep the collar-bone in position until we can get it properly set." With a neatness that would have done credit to Harley Street she rapidly completed the operation, and, feeling considerably eased as far as the pain was concerned, I moved over to the wardrobe and threw back the door. "Here you are, dear heart!" I said. "Coats, shirts, trousers, underclothes--anything necessary to a person of taste and fashion." She laughed softly, and, taking a step forward, peeped in at the crowded shelves. "I expect I shall find something that will do," she said. "I only want to feel a little more respectable and just a tiny bit warmer." "Well, help yourself to whatever you like," I observed. "I shall take the gun and go and sit on the staircase until you've finished." "But you can't use a gun now," she exclaimed, "you've only got one arm." "That's quite enough to shoot Manning with," I returned; and, without waiting for any further remonstrances, I picked up the weapon and walked out into the passage. A moment's consideration convinced me that the finest strategical position was the small landing half-way down. At that point I should be practically invisible from the hall below, and at the same time I should command a full view of the front door. Crippled as I was, I could certainly lay out anyone who attempted to ascend the staircase, and with this consoling thought I made my way down, and seated myself comfortably on the first step of the next flight. In spite of everything, an inexpressible joy was rioting through my heart. What the devil did such details as a cracked shoulder and the loss of the diamonds matter when compared with the glorious fact that I had recovered Christine? From the blackest depths of despair I had been lifted suddenly to the very heights of human felicity, and the most carefully balanced human nature is apt to be a trifle upset by such an abrupt and dazzling transition.