“I will ring for one at once. Here is Pat. I’ll send him for Doctor Simson.
“Pat, go at once and bring Doctor Simson. We are not able to bring Mr. Pearson to.”
Pat was heard mumbling to himself: “Another mysterious case. I’m going to leave this prison, and I would not blame the others if they did the same, prisoners and all.”
“Dr. Simson, you are wanted at once, at the main office. The officer, Mr. Pearson, is a dead man—or, at least, he looks it.”
“Well, Pat, if he is dead, there is no use in my going.”
“You better go and see for yourself. There are some funny doings going on around here. Men look like dead ones, and not dead. I hope I won’t be looking like a dead one and disappointing my friends. You must be coming along. They sent me for a doctor, and, faith, I would bring you at once.”
“Well, Pat, I am ready. So your patient looks like a dead one, hey?”
“You may decide that for yourself when you get there.”
“Well, here we are. I shall soon see.