"I sha'n't do anything of the sort until you get Judson or a doctor or somebody."
Percival would have carried his point but for a certain dizziness that had come over him. He put out a hand to steady himself.
"Give me your key!" he heard Bobby saying, and the next instant his door was flung open, the lights were switched on, and he was staggering blindly toward the couch at the foot of the bed. Then there was a furious ringing of bells, a long wait, followed by the appearance of a sleepy Chinese night watchman.
"Gentleman hurt!" cried Bobby. "Get a doctor! Send somebody up here quick! Do you understand?"
"Me savvy," said the Chinaman, calmly. "Doctor no belong Astor Hotel. All same belong Oliental Hotel."
"I don't care where he belongs," Bobby cried impatiently. "Get him over the telephone. And send somebody up from the office, do you understand?"
"Oh, yes, me savvy," he said, with the imperturbability of his race.
Percival heard the man's footsteps dying in the distance, and he made a mighty effort to rouse himself.
"Silly of me to behave like this. Quite all right now, thanks. You must run away before any one comes."
"Why?" demanded Bobby.