"Didn't find you, Doctor," answered Quick, "dog Pharaoh found you. In a
business like this a dog is more useful than man, for he can smell
what one can't see. Now, if you feel better, Doctor, please look at Mr.
Higgs, for I fear he's gone."

I looked, and, although I did not say so, was of the same opinion. His
jaw had fallen, and he lay limp and senseless; his eyes I could not see,
because of the black spectacles.

"Water," I said, and Quick poured some into his mouth, where it
vanished.

Still he did not stir, so I opened his garments and felt his heart.
At first I could detect nothing; then there was the slightest possible
flutter.

"There's hope," I said in answer to the questioning looks. "You don't
happen to have any brandy, do you?" I added.

"Never travelled without it yet, Doctor," replied Quick indignantly,
producing a metal flask.

"Give him some," I said, and the Sergeant obeyed with liberality and
almost instantaneous effect, for Higgs sat up gasping and coughing.

"Brandy; filthy stuff; teetotaller! Cursed trick! Never forgive you.
Water, water," he spluttered in a thick, low voice.

We gave it to him, and he drank copiously, until we would let him have