"Us? Who is with you?"

"Vail," he replied promptly. "He's here talking. He won't let me
sleep."

"Tell him to give you the key and you will keep it for him so no
one can get him," I prompted. I had had some experience with such
cases in the hospital.

She tried it without any particular hope, but it succeeded
immediately. He pushed the key out under the door, and almost at
once we heard him throw himself on the bed, as if satisfied that
the problem of his security was solved.

Mrs. Turner held the key out to me, but I would not take it.

"Give it to Williams," I said. "You must understand, Mrs. Turner,
that I cannot take it."

She was a woman of few words, and after a glance at my determined
face she turned to the butler.

"You will have to look after Mr. Turner, Williams. See that he is
comfortable, and try to keep him in bed."

Williams put out a trembling hand, but, before he took the key,
Turner's voice rose petulantly on the other side of the door.

"For God's sake, Wilmer," he cried plaintively, "get out and let