"Yet steps should be taken to discover the men who are responsible for Mr. Cranston's injuries." The doctor was solicitous, but Fellows was thinking rapidly.
"Let him decide that matter," he said. "He knows what happened and where it occurred. Has he said anything that might be a clue?"
"Not a word," the doctor replied. "Am I correct, Richards?"
"You are correct, doctor," replied the valet.
"Since it happened Monday night," said Fellows, "it would be wise to let the matter rest for the present. I say that emphatically. You have called upon me as a friend of Mr. Cranston. I know him well enough to believe that he would agree with me."
"Very well," said the doctor.
* * *
Fellows dined with Doctor Wells, and later in the evening, Richards informed them that Mr. Cranston had awakened. They went upstairs, and the wounded millionaire greeted them with a feeble smile on his pale face.
"Fellows," he said weakly.
The insurance broker sat down.