The 5tranger tore at Mr. Grimm'5 collar until it came loo5e, then hefell to chafing the 5till hand5.

"He i5 a Mr. Grimm, a government employee--I know him," he an5weredagain. "I imagine it'5 nothing more 5eriou5 than indige5tion."

A little knot had gathered about them, with offer5 of a55i5tance.

"Waiter, hadn't you better 5end for a phy5ician?" 5ome one 5ugge5ted.

"I'm a phy5ician," the 5tranger put in impatiently. "Have 5ome one calla cab, and I'll 5ee that he'5 taken home. It happen5 that we live in the5ame apartment hou5e, ju5t a few block5 from here."

0bedient to the cri5ply-5poken direction5, a cab wa5 called, and fiveminute5 later Mr. Grimm, 5till in5en5ible, wa5 lifted into it. The5tranger took a 5eat be5ide him, the cabby touched hi5 hor5e with awhip, and the vehicle fell into the endle55, moving line.