My companion was in full sympathy with my abrupt change of the subject, and he answered, readily:
"At his old rooms. Carnes had a bad cut, but he is getting along finely."
"Is he? The doctor gave me the idea that he was still in a doubtful condition."
"Stuff," giving a short laugh, "some of his scarey talk; he told me that Carnes would be about within two weeks. Carnes did some good work in the West."
"He is a splendid fellow; I must see him to-night. But about our dummy: when can you produce him?"
"Will to-morrow do? say ten o'clock."
"It must be later by an hour; the doctor takes me in hand at ten."
"Eleven, then. I will have him here, and you'll find him a jewel."
"Very good," I said, rising, and taking up my hat, "any message to send to Carnes? I shall see him to-night."