matter of fact I have been leading the simple life."

He sounded me and pounded me, looked at my tongue and my eyes,
listened to my heart and lungs, though I don't think he treated my
symptoms very seriously. In fact, I might have known what he would
do. He talked a little while on generalities, diet and exercise
then walked over to a cabinet, and emptied out a few pills into a
little paper box.

"Take one every hour," he said, handing them to me, and carefully
returning the bottle to the cabinet so that I could not see what
was on the label. "Cut your cigarettes to three a day, and don't
drink coffee. Four dollars, please."

I suppose I ought to have been cured, and in fact I was cured--of
going to that doctor. I paid him and went back to the apartment,
my head soon in a whirl from a new onset of the fever.

I managed to get back into my bath-robe, and threw myself down on
the divan, propped up with pillows. I had taken the pills but they
had no more effect than sugar of milk. By this time, I was much
more delirious and was crying out.

I saw faces about me, but I did not see the faces which were
actually out by our hall door. Wu Fang and Long Sin had waited
patiently for their revenge. Now that they thought sufficient time
had elapsed, they had stolen stealthily to the apartment door.
While Long Sin watched, Wu listened.

"The white devil has it," whispered Wu Fang, as he rejoined his