The Professor's House
St. Peter’s letter until I got home from work this
evening, and I came right over. When I opened
the front door I smelled gas, and I knew that stove had been up to its old tricks. I supposed you’d gone out and forgot to turn it off. When I got to
the second floor I heard a fall overhead, and it
flashed across me that you were up here and had
been overcome. I ran up and opened the two windows at the head of the stairs and dragged you out
into the wind. You were lying on the floor.” She
lowered her voice. “It was perfectly frightful in
here.”
“I seem to remember Dudley’s being here.”
“Yes, after I’d turned off the stove and opened everything up, I went next door and telephoned for Doctor Dudley. I thought I’d better not say what the trouble was, but I asked him to come at once, as you’d been taken ill. You soon came round, but you were flighty.” Augusta hurried over her recital. She was evidently embarrassed by the behaviour of the stove and the condition in which she had found him. It was an ugly accident, and she didn’t want the neighbours to know of it.
“You must have great presence of mind, Augusta, and a strong arm as well. You say you found me on the floor? I thought I was lying here on the couch. I remember waking up and smelling gas.”
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