Keller, the woman, appeared to ask if she could be of any service.
"I will summon you if I need you," was the answer.
In the carriage the wounded man had said:
"Do not send for a physician until I learn the full extent of my wound."
Once in the room the young man looked at our hero and at once exclaimed:
"What! you?"
"Aha! you have seen me before!"
"I have."
"When and where?"
"We will not discuss it now. We will look at my wound."
The young man tore off his clothing, and going to a mirror began to look
himself over. He was as cool as though merely looking for a wart. Oscar
also was cool and aided in the examination.
The young man Alphonse Donetti, after a moment, said:
"I am fortunate."
"You are?"
"See, it is not a bad wound; the rascal meant to drive the knife through
my heart from behind. He has merely driven his blade deep into my
shoulder. I can take care of this wound myself. I do not need a
surgeon."
The young man gave directions--indeed he appeared to know as well what
to do as a surgeon; and one fact impressed itself upon our hero's mind:
the fact that the wounded man was prepared to take great chances for his
life without the aid of a physician, and this circumstance in itself was
very suspicious, and, coupled with facts known to our hero, only
confirmed the worst suspicious that had arisen in his mind.
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