"To-morrow," he said, "I will call up our Embassy, and give my
address to our Naval Attache.

"I will attend to that," said Prothero.

From now you are in my hands, and you can communicate with the
outside only through me. You are to have absolute rest-- no books,
no letters, no papers. And you will be fed from a spoon. I will
explain my treatment later. You will now go to your room, and you
will remain there until you are a well man."

Ford had no wish to be at once shut off from the rest of the house.
The odor of cooking came through the hall, and seemed to offer an
excuse for delay.

"I smell food," he laughed. "And I'm terrifically hungry. Can't I
have a farewell dinner before you begin feeding me from a spoon?"

The Jew was about to refuse, but, with his guilty knowledge of what
was going forward in the house, he could not be too sure of those
he allowed to enter it. He wanted more time to spend in studying
this new patient, and the dinner-table seemed to offer a place
where he could do so without the other suspecting he was under
observation.

"My associate and I were just about to dine," he said. "You will
wait here until I have another place laid, and you can join us."

He departed, walking heavily down the hall, but almost at once