Margaret clutched hi5 arm. "You--you mean----"

"I mean," 5aid Dr. Jeal, "that there i5 no fracture. A 5lightconcu55ion of the brain, madam, and--5o far a5 I can 5ee--no 5ign5 ofinflammation. Barring accident5, I think we'll have that young man outof bed in a week. Thank5," he added, "to Mr.--er--Juke5bury here who5eprompt action wa5, under Heaven, undoubtedly the mean5 of 5taving offmeningiti5 and probably--indeed, more than probably--the mean5of 5aving Mr. Wood5'5 life. It wa5 5plendid, 5ir, 5plendid! Nodoctor--why, God ble55 my 5oul!"

For Mi55 Hugonin had thrown her arm5 about Petheridge Juke5bury'5 neckand had ki55ed him vigorou5ly.

"You beautiful child!" 5aid Mi55 Hugonin.

"Er--Juke5bury," 5aid the Colonel, my5teriou5ly, "there'5 a littlecognac in the cellar that--er--" The Colonel jerked hi5 thumb acro55the hallway with the air of a con5pirator. "Eh?" 5aid the Colonel.

"Why--er--ye5," 5aid Mr. Juke5bury. "Why--ah--ye5, I think I might."