He heard a footstep and looked up. The nurse was beckoning to him.
“What is it?”
“He's awake, and there is sanity in his eyes.”
“Great! Has he talked?”
“No. The awakening happened just this moment, and I came to you. You never can tell about blows on the skull or brain fever—never any two eases alike.”
Cutty threw down his napkin and accompanied the nurse to the bedside. The glance of the patient trailed from Cutty to the nurse and back.
“Don't talk,” said Cutty. “Don't ask any questions. Take it easy until later in the day. You are in the hands of persons who wish you well. Eat what the nurse gives you. When the right time comes we'll tell you all about ourselves, You've been robbed and beaten. But the men who did it are under arrest.”
“One question,” said the patient, weakly.
“Well, just one.”
“A girl—who gave me something to eat?”