“Take it easy for a while, Tully,” he said.
“What happened?” the other demanded, and Bob noted that the words were slow and his speech thick.
Then before he could answer, Tully grunted and made a face.
“Get me some water, quick.”
Bob hastened out into the corridor where he filled a paper cup to the brim. Tully drank every drop and signaled for another cup, which Bob procured immediately.
When that was done, Tully appeared greatly refreshed.
“Help me prop this pillow up so I can sit up a little,” he urged Bob, and he was soon in a more comfortable position.
The rain still washed the windows of the car, and the porter, entering the compartment, turned on the top lights, for it was nearly dark.
Before he spoke again Tully felt inside his coat and, reassured that the documents on the jewel smuggling case were there, he looked at Bob.
“I don’t remember very much,” he said slowly, “but all of a sudden everything went dark. I felt that I was going to fall but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even reach out my hands and neither could I say a word.”