"And the treatment?"

"Rest, and the tablets in my bag."

"Right--I'll get them."

It was quite like old hospital times. The sofa was hard and the
pillows knobby. But he had lain upon worse. Li Ho was not more
unhandy than many an orderly. And the tablets, quickly and neatly
administered by Miss Farr, brought something of relief.

Not until she saw the strain within his eyes relax did his self-
appointed nurse pass sentence.

"You certainly can't move until you are better," she said. "You'll
have to stay. It can't be helped but--father will have a fit."

"A fit?" murmured Spence. Privately he thought that a fit might do
the old gentleman good.

"He hates having anyone here," she went on thoughtfully. "It upsets
him."

"Does it? But why? I can understand it upsetting you. But he--he
doesn't do the work, does he?"

"Not exactly," the girl smiled. "But--oh well, I don't believe in
explanations. You'll see things for your-self, perhaps. And now I'll
get you a book. I won't warn you not to move for I know you can't."