“In an instant after, all the perils of the situation presented themselves: Do remedies act if the patient is under this influence? Will the final result be the desired one? Providing the pain be temporarily stilled, would it re-occur after the hypnotic influence had been removed?
“These and other doubts so disturbed me, that on my way to the hospital I determined to avoid taking any such measures, unless I found the patient actually dying.
“As I entered, I was met by the brother. He seemed plunged in despair.
“‘He is going fast, doctor,’ he said. ‘Can you do nothing?’
“Without a word I stepped to the bedside. I found my worst fears realized. At a glance I saw he would not survive the night unless the frightful spasms that were fast sapping his strength were arrested.
“As I took his hand and felt his pulse, he looked up past me at his brother, and gasped the one word ‘Annie.’
“‘Whom does he want?’ I asked.
“‘His fiancée, doctor. My brother was to have been married in a month; but when he knew that he was threatened with a probably fatal disease, he begged me to help him quite secretly to try this last chance for recovery; and so, although he is within a mile of his own house and that of his intended wife, no one but myself and his faithful servant is aware of it. To all our friends we are hundreds of miles away, looking after business interests. And now it has grown worse and worse, until he is dying, absolutely within reach of Annie, to whom he is madly devoted.’
“‘Will you be calm, and help me to make one last great trial?’ I asked.
“‘Great heavens! What can I do?’ he replied.