"Let me have the man on one side," urged the doctor. "One of you ladies might help hold him on the other side."
"What's the matter with the man, doctor?" cried several.
"Really, ladies, I can't tell until I've had a chance to examine the man. It may be a fit of some sort. I think likely it is. But we will get him to the drug store first, and into the back room. Then I can examine the poor chap comfortably."
Though seemingly "out of his head," the sufferer succeeded in throwing his arms about a great deal.
Then, suddenly, Dick, who had been following and watching with wide-open eyes, called out lustily:
"Dr. Bentley, your overcoat is open, your chain is hanging with no watch on it, and your scarf pin is gone!"
That announcement electrified the situation. Dr. Bentley glanced down swiftly, then threw one hand up to his necktie.
"My purse is gone from my chatelaine!" cried one of the women who had been helping.
"My purse is gone, too!"
It was amazing to see how quickly the sufferer from the fit galvanized into action. He straightened up suddenly, gave himself a violent wrench and shook himself free of those who had sought to aid him.