For all that, James caught Clemency and kissed her until her soft face was crimson, but he said to himself, when he was in his own room, that never was a girl so wise, and how much more he wanted to hold her upon his knee—­as if he had not already held her there—­and yet she was not coquettish.  She was simply earnest, with an odd, wise, childlike earnestness.

Early the next morning James went to the hotel, and found Gordon haggard and intense, sitting beside his patient, who was evidently worse.  The terrible red fire of Saint Anthony had mounted higher, and settled lower.  “It has attacked his throat now,” Gordon said in a whisper.  “I expect every minute it will reach his brain.  When it does, nobody but you and I must be with him, not even Georgie K. He is getting some rest.  He was up half the night, bless him!  But when it reaches the brain two will be needed here, and the two must be you and I. Take this list, and make the calls as quickly as you can, and come back here.”  James, with a last glance at the black and swollen face of the man, who now seemed to be in a state of coma, obeyed.  He hurried through his list, and returned.  He found no apparent change in the patient, and tried to persuade Gordon to take a little rest, but the elder man was obdurate.  “No” he said, “here I stay.  I have had a bit to eat and drink.  You go down yourself and get something, then come back.  The crisis may arrive any second.  Then I shall need you.”

The fire had outstripped the blackness on the man’s cheek toward the temple.  One eye was closed.

When James returned after a hurried lunch, he heard a loud, terrible voice in the room.  Outside the door a maid stood with a horrified face listening.  James grasped her roughly by the shoulder.  “Get out of this,” he ordered.  “If I find you or any one else here listening, you’ll be sorry for it.”

The maid gasped out an excuse and fled.  James tried the door, but it was locked.  “Is that you, Elliot?” called Gordon above the other awful voice.

“Yes.”

The door was unlocked, and James sprang into the room, but he was hardly quick enough, for the man was almost out of bed, when the two doctors forced him back with all their strength.  Then he sat up and raved, and such raving!  James felt his very blood cold within him.  Revelations as of a devil were in those ravings.  Once in a while James opened the door cautiously to be sure that no one was listening.  The raving man reiterated names as of a multitude.  Gordon’s was among them, and many names of women, one especially—­Catherine.  He repeated that name more frequently than the others, but the others were legion.  There was something indescribably horrible in hearing this repetition of names of unknown people, accompanied with statements beyond belief regarding them and the raving man.  Gordon’s face was ghastly, and so was the younger doctor’s.  “Look and see if any one is listening, for God’s sake,” Gordon gasped, after one terrific outburst, and James looked, but Georgie K. was keeping watch that nobody approached the door.