Adamson’s grey eyes became keen, as he inspected his patient.
“When did you first notice it?” he asked.
“I’ve had it for ten years; only it’s got unbearable to-night.”
“Exactly,” nodded the physician, as he lapsed into a silence, and felt his patient’s pulse.
“Are you a student?” he asked, glancing about the room.
“No. This is Mr. Bard’s room. I haven’t followed any regular occupation for a few years back.”
“Why?”
“I don’t seem to have the pep, doctor.”
“Exactly. Do you have headaches?”
“Yes.”