Greg said he would watch beside the bed until it should take effect. The patient still twitched and gasped like a creature beyond all control; yet when the others left the room he opened his eyes and asked sanely enough:
"Who are you?"
Greg told his name. "It would take a long time to explain who I am," he added. "You'd better try to sleep."
"You know me?" he asked.
"Yes, your name is de Silva."
"What do you want of me?" the other asked hoarsely.
"Nothing at present except to put a little life into you."
"In order to take it away from me later?"
Greg, taken aback, said: "It isn't your life that I want."
The poor wretch shuddered. "I thought I saw a man down-stairs—or did I dream it? A cab-man——"