nose and throat: they seemed healthy and normal; nevertheless, I had smears taken from them. The blood
pressure was low, the temperature slightly subnormal; but that might mean nothing. I gave an injection of
adrenaline. There was absolutely no reaction from it. That might mean much.
"Poor devil," I said to myself. "I'm going to try to kill that nightmare for you, at any rate."
I gave him a minimum hypo of morphine. It might have been water for all the good it did. Then I gave him
all I dared. His eyes remained open, terror and horror undiminished. And pulse and respiration
unchanged.
Ricori had watched all these operations with intense interest. I had done all I could for the time, and told
him so.
"I can do no more," I said, "until I receive the reports of the specimens. Frankly, I am all at sea. I know