Part 10 (1/2)

CHAPTER SEVEN

A BLACK CLOUD BEHIND

”Where a horribly, a nauseous taste in the mouth, throat constricted and painful upon an attee mental confusion which provoked the above question

The answer ca, four-wheeled cab, whose ere drawn up, and so spattered with leaht within, as the vehicle jangled slowly along, heels and so loudly in concert with the beat of the horse's feet

”Whatever a back in the corner, in an aard position, as if in a state of collapse, and only saved fro propped up on the front cushi+on, the doctor kept perfectly still trying to think, but every retrogressive atte at a vast black cloud which coroan, for he felt startled; but after lying back listening to the beating rain and the jarring of the ill-fitting glasses, he recovered so? Ask the driver”

He drew up his legs and let his feet drop into the cab, as he tried to sit up, but the effort gave hi from one of his teonising pain passed sloay, trying hard to think what had happened, but in vain There was the black cloud before hi of a lalass

At last, feeling more and more startled by his condition, he ht, and reached out for the strap, so as to lower the front ; but at the first iddiness, lurched forward, and thrust hiain till the molten lead had ceased to flow from side to side of his head

At last, very slowly and cautiously, bit by bit, he edged hiainst the front cushi+on, and then, thrusting one hand into the left corner, he reached out for the strap, raised the , and let it glide sharply and loudly down

”Hi! Cabby!” he cried hoarsely

”Right, sir!” came back, and the cab was drawn up by the kerb beneath the next street laot down and opened the door, to stand with the rain strea off his waterproof hat and cape

”Mornin', sir,” he said in a husky voice, closely following a chuckle

”Feel better now?”

”No, I am horribly ill Where a ”My word, it's a wet 'un outside”

”But what street's this?”

”Halkin Street, Belgrave Square, sir”

”What? But how came I in your cab?--I can't reood-humouredly ”Does make yer feel a bit muzzy till yer've had another snooze Shall I try and find one o'

the early purlers where the oes?”

”What? What do you mean?”

”Drop o' somethin' to clear your head, sir--and keep some o' the wet out o' me”

”But--but I don't understand you,” cried Chester, whose head still throbbed so that he dreaded losing his senses again

”Oh, it's all right, sir Have a drop o' so; you'll be better then”