life, but his lips made only incoherent sounds. The thought came to him
that the emetic had failed, and that nothing remained but the drug store.
He looked toward the door and drew himself to his feet. There he saved
himself from falling by clutching the chair. Another paroxysm had begun.
And in the midst of the paroxysm, with his body and all the parts of it
flying apart and writhing and twisting back again into knots, he clung to
the chair and shoved it before him across the floor. The last shreds of
his will were leaving him when he gained the door. He turned the key and
shot back one bolt. He fumbled for the second bolt, but failed. Then he
leaned his weight against the door and slid down gently to the floor.



CREATED HE THEM

She met him at the door.

"I did not think you would be so early."

"It is half past eight." He looked at his watch. "The train leaves at
9.12."

He was very businesslike, until he saw her lips tremble as she abruptly
turned and led the way.

"It'll be all right, little woman," he said soothingly. "Doctor Bodineau's
the man. He'll pull him through, you'll see."

They entered the living-room. His glance quested apprehensively about,
then turned to her.