"I've sent for some wine. Won't you wait?"
"Well, yes. Just a moment—the fact is—I'm not well—I've got a sudden vertigo—I—I can't see."
He extended his arms and groped his way, toward the door; but ere he reached it he fell on the floor, and the blood flowed again from the wound on his forehead.
For a time his senses left him.
[CHAPTER X.]
A RECONCILIATION.
When Jack Harkaway came to himself he was in a strange room, and he did not know what to make of it.
The apartment was elegantly furnished; pictures of value hung upon the walls, and it was evident that he was in the house of people of taste and wealth.
"Hello! where am I?" he asked.