The colonel interrupted:
“Will he give his parole not to escape?”
“My dear sir,” said the doctor, “the man couldn’t move to save his life—and he’s asleep now.”
“You must wake him up to move him, I suppose,” said the colonel. “But you may take him. Let me know when he’s well enough to see me. Meanwhile I hold you responsible for his good behavior.”
“Certainly,” said the doctor. “I am content to be responsible for Mr. Carr.”
“All right; take him and get out. Now for Whittingham!”
“Hadn’t we better get the money first?” said I. — “Damn the money!” he replied. “But I tell you what—I must have a bit of food. I’ve tasted nothing for twelve hours.”
One of the servants hearing him, said:
“Breakfast can be served in a moment, sir.” And he ushered us into the large dining room, where we soon had an excellent meal.
When we had got through most of it, I broke the silence by asking: