The heavy damask curtains were drawn around the windows, so that only a faint light penetrated to the bedside.
Yet in the imperfect light Jack fancied he saw a shadowy female form, exquisitely symmetrical, get up from a lounge and leave the room.
A bell-rope hung by the side of the bed, which attracted Jack's attention, and he rung it violently.
Raising himself up, he sunk down again as if unable to sustain his weight.
"I'm frightfully weak," he murmured. "Wonder if I've been sick?"
Presently a footstep sounded on the stairs and a man opening the door, entered the apartment.
Jack recognized Alfred Van Hoosen.
"Well, my boy," he exclaimed. "So you have come to, at last?"
"Have I been very bad?" asked Jack.
"Only brain fever, that's all."