"Tell me what this means, Simpson," I said; "this is not my room, not my bed."
"No, sir, but I am your man, sir," and his voice was husky.
"Yes, I am glad you are with me, Simpson. It is good to wake up and find you here."
"I hope I shall never have to leave you, sir," and I saw him wipe away his tears.
"Tell me about it, Simpson—tell me where I am and what has happened to me."
"I am forbidden to talk, sir; the doctor won't allow me. You see——"
"What doctor?" I interrupted.
"Dr. Rhomboid, sir."
"Dr. Rhomboid? Dr. Rhomboid?" The name was familiar to me.
"Where am I, Simpson?"