He quickened his pace unconsciously, and did not speak again till they were at the gate of the hospital.
Then he turned to Mary and said, "I will go and see this poor fellow myself first; then I will come for you. You may be able to identify him."
The three entered the hospital together.
Dr. Duncan went into the private ward in which the man lay. He found him asleep and breathing stertorously. Drugs had done their work for the time.
The nurse who was in attendance on him had left his bedside a few minutes before, so the doctor was alone with the sick man.
He approached the bed. It was as he expected. He recognised Hudson's face at once, partly concealed though it was by the bandages that had been placed on the wounds the barrister had inflicted on himself against the stones of Devereux Court.
He re-arranged the pillow of the insensible man, and then stood by him a few moments, contemplating the altered features of his old school-fellow.
Dr. Duncan was anything but a religious man, but the idea came to him then to do a thing which he had not perhaps done for several years.