"Then," said the doctor confidently, "there is only one thing to do. We shall go to your apartment and see." He rose from his chair.
"Good enough," replied Thompson.
"Now," said Thompson, "we will see if they've gone." He opened the door and peered into the room. He shuddered and entered the apartment; the doctor followed and closed the door.
"Are they here?" inquired the doctor, glancing about the room.
Thompson nodded and pointed. "Sitting on the beam of the spotlight."
"Ah yes." The doctor gazed uncomfortably at the spotlight and gave a sigh. He pushed Thompson over to the bed. "Lie down," he said. "Do you have a medicine cabinet?"
"In the bathroom, Doc." Thompson pointed.
The doctor nodded and went into the bathroom and opened the cabinet. He took out a bottle of antihistamine tablets and shook three into his hand. He drew a glass of water and walked back to Thompson's bedside.
"Sit up," he said. "Here, take these."