Mr. Fortune boomed, "Can't get up!"
"I say—No. I say, I think something's happened to me. I can't get up."
The door opened. Hapgood came in, and Nona.
Sabre said, "I say, Hapgood—Nona—Nona! I say, Nona, I think something's happened to me. I can't get up."
A change came over his face. He collapsed back in the chair.
"Marko! Marko!"
She who thus cried ran forward and threw herself on her knees beside him, her hands stretched up to him. Hapgood turned furiously on Mr. Fortune. "Go for a doctor! Go like hell! Sabre! Sabre, old man!"
"Hemorrhage on the brain," said the doctor. "...Well, if there's no more effusion of blood. You quite understand me. I say if there isn't.... Has he been through any trouble, any kind of strain?
"Trouble," said Hapgood. "Strain. He's been in hell—right in."