Five minutes later Ellison returned. Merton turned to him.
"What are you going to do now?"
"Watch him till the doctor comes. Don't you stay. Go to bed and try to forget all about him."
"Sure I can be of no use?"
"Certain."
"Then I think I will take your advice and say good-night!"
"Good-night!"
As he went across to the house Merton smiled to himself.
"Forget him? When I forget him may my right hand forget its cunning. No, no, my friend, you and I have a score to settle before we can forget! In the meantime Diplomacy must be my watchword."