"You are almost on your feet now," replied the physician. "You have walked about the room to-day. But you must not try to be active for a while. Let me see. This is Tuesday afternoon. It was a week ago last night that you were injured. Suppose we wait until next Tuesday, before you leave the house."
"All right," yawned the millionaire.
"Has Mr. Fellows been here again?" questioned the doctor.
"Not since the time you summoned him last week," answered Cranston. "He brought Burbank here, you know. Burbank has communicated with him."
"Oh, yes; Burbank, the wireless operator. I haven't seen him yet."
"He spends most of his time upstairs. Wireless is my hobby, you know. I experiment frequently. I feel satisfied to know that my work is going on, even though I am incapable of attending to it."
"You may be able to take a hand at it yourself, by the end of the week," said the doctor.
"That's encouraging. The way I feel to-day, I could be up and around — outdoors — anywhere."
"Forget that idea," ordered Doctor Wells.
The door opened, and Richards entered. The servant gave a sheet of paper to Lamont Cranston.