“Yes, in a sort of lethargy. That’s what makes the case a puzzle. Won’t you order a hot-water bottle, somebody?”
Hetzel left the room. In a moment he brought the bottle of hot water. The doctor applied it to Arthur’s feet.
“And the chopped ice?” Hetzel inquired.
The doctor placed his hand upon Arthur’s brow.
“N—no; we won’t use the chopped ice yet a while,” he answered.
By and by a bell rang down-stairs. A little later Mrs. Hart came in.
“Our doctor—Dr. Letzup—is here,” she announced.
Dr. Letzup entered.
“I suppose you medical men would like to be left alone?” said Mr. Flint.
“Yes, I guess so,” said the hospital-doctor.