Judsonia weekly advance., 1921-07-14
CHAPTER III.
In Which Things Happen In Half
 Moon Street.


 Iiece of paper he was studying and rose to his feet as the doctor came into the room. He then pushed sill yer box of cigarettes across the table and waited.
 Your friend" said the doctor, "is in very peculiar condition, Captain Drummond-yery peculiar. Can you enlighten me at all as to what he has been doing during the last few daysY
 Drummond shook his head. Haven't an earthly, doctor.'
 There is, for instance that very unpleasant wound in his thumb" pur- sued the other. "The top joint is crushed to a pulp"
 "I noticed that last night" answered Hugh noncommittally Looks as if it had been mixed up between a ham, mer and an anvil, don't it?'
 But have you no idea how 1t oc- curred?"
 Pm full of ideas" said the sol dier. "ln fact, If it's any help to you in your diagnosis that wound was caused by the application of an un- pleasant medieval instrument known as thumbscrew"
 The worthy doctor looked at him in amazement. "A thumbscrew You must be joking, Captain Drummond"
 Every far from it," answered Hugh briefly. If you want to know, it was touch and go whether the other thumb didn't share the same fate" He blew out cloud of smoke and smiled inwardly as he noticed the look of scandalized horror on his compan- ions face. Tt isn't his thumb that concerns me-" he continued; its his general condition. What's the matter with him?"
 The doctor pursed his lips and looked wise, while Drummond won dered that no one had ever passed a law allowing men of his type to be murdered on sight.
 His heart seems sound," he an- swered after a weighty pause, land found nothing wrong with him con additionally. In fact, l may say, Captain Drummond, he is in every respect a most healthy man. Except -er-except for this peculiar condi- tion."
 Drummond exploded. "Damnation take it, man, what on earth do you suppose I asked you to come round for? It's of no interest to me to hear that his liver is working properly" Then he controlled himself. q beg your pardon, doctor; I had rather a trying evening last night. Can you give me any idea as to what has caused this peculiar condition?"
 His companion accepted the apology with an acid bow. Some form of drug" he answered.
 Drummond heaved a sigh of relief. 'Now we're getting on," he cried Have you any idea what drug?"
 Ut is, at the moment, hard to say" returned the other. Tn day or two, perhaps. might be able to-er-ar- rive at some conclusion :"
 (Which, at present, you have not. Right now we know where we are. As you don't know what the drug Is, presumably you don't know either how long it will take for the effect to wear off,"
 "That-er-is, within limits, cor rect" conceded the doctor.
 "What about diet?"
 "Oh light. Not too much meat. No alcohol '" He rose to his feet as Hugh opened the door; really the war seemed to have produced distressing effect on peoples manners. Diet was the one question on which he always let him. self go.
 Not much meat-no alcohol. Right. Good morning, doctor. Down the stairs and straight on. Good morn ing" The door closed behind him, and he descended to his waiting car with cold disapproval on his face.
 Excuse me, sir The doctor paused and eyed well-dressed man who had spoken to him uncompro- misingIy. Am I right in assuming that you are a doctor?"
 "You are perfectly correct. sir in your assumption"