'I have found you,' she said lightly; 'you might have told me. I
couldn't sleep. I inquired from the hotel-folks if you had retired,
and they said no; so I slipped out. I guessed where you were.'
Racksole interrupted her with a question as to what she meant by
this escapade, but she stopped him with a careless gesture. What's
this?' She pointed to the form on the sofa.
'That is my nephew, Prince Eugen,' said Aribert.
'Hurt?' she inquired coldly. 'I hope not.'
'He is ill,' said Racksole, 'his brain is turned.'
Nella began to examine the unconscious Prince with the expert
movements of a girl who had passed through the best hospital
course to be obtained in New York.
'He has got brain fever,' she said. 'That is all, but it will be enough.
Do you know if there is a bed anywhere in this remarkable house?'
Chapter Eighteen IN THE NIGHT-TIME
'HE must on no account be moved,' said the dark little Belgian
doctor, whose eyes seemed to peer so quizzically through his
spectacles; and he said it with much positiveness.
That pronouncement rather settled their plans for them. It was
certainly a professional triumph for Nella, who, previous to the
doctor's arrival, had told them the very same thing. Considerable
argument had passed before the doctor was sent for. Prince Aribert
was for keeping the whole affair a deep secret among their three
selves. Theodore Racksole agreed so far, but he suggested further
that at no matter what risk they should transport the patient over to
England at once.
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