alive, there is no need of them being so injected."
I took him aside.
"Can you trust the chauffeur to do no talking?"
"Paul's all right," he said.
"Well, for both your sakes, he would better be," I warned.
They took their departure. I went up to Ricori's room. His heart was stronger, his respiration weak but
encouraging. His temperature, although still dangerously subnormal, had improved. If, as I had told
McCann, there was no infection, and if there had been no poison nor drug upon the weapon with which
he had been stabbed, Ricori should live.
Later that night two thoroughly polite gentlemen called upon me, heard my explanation of Ricori's