Then he departed.
CHAPTER V.
THE MAN WHO WORKED THE WIRES.
All through the weary night Frank watched at the bedside of the professor, scarcely closing his eyes to sleep for a moment. When the gray light of morning came the sick man lay in a doze, for the medicine had taken effect at last.
Then Frank was relieved by Toots, and he sought rest.
The doctor sent an experienced nurse, who arrived by nine o’clock that forenoon. The doctor himself came shortly after, and Frank, who had been unable to sleep long, had a talk with him after he had seen the professor.
The doctor was very grave.
“The strain upon the man has been severe,” he said. “He may come round all right in a day or two. I hope to avert brain fever.”
“Do everything you can for him, doctor,” Merry urged. “You shall be well paid, for there must be still something left to pay bills with.”
The physician looked at Frank in a strange manner.