CHAPTER X
MEANTIME, Captain Harrison of the Medical Corps entered the Conover apartment briskly.
"You old vagabond, what have you been up to? … I beg pardon!" as he saw Kitty emerge from behind Cutty's bulk.
"This is Miss Conover, Harrison."
"Very pleased, I'm sure. Luckily my case was in the coat room at the club. I took the liberty of telephoning for Miss Frances, who returned on the same ship with me. I concluded that your friend would need a nurse. Let me have a look at him."
Callously but lightly and skillfully the surgeon examined the battered head. "Escaped concussion by a hair, you might say. Probably had his cap on. That black eye, though, is an older affair. Who is he?"
"I suspect he's some political refugee. We don't know a thing about him otherwise. How soon can he be moved?"
"He ought to be moved at once and given the best of care."
"I can't give him that in my eagle's nest. Harrison, this chap's life is in danger; and if we get him into
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