"I imagine it's nothing more serious than indigestion."
A little knot had gathered about them, with offers of assistance.
"Waiter, hadn't you better send for a physician?" some one suggested.
"I'm a physician," the stranger put in impatiently. "Have some one call
a cab, and I'll see that he's taken home. It happens that we live in the
same apartment house, just a few blocks from here."
Obedient to the crisply-spoken directions, a cab was called, and five
minutes later Mr. Grimm, still insensible, was lifted into it. The
stranger took a seat beside him, the cabby touched his horse with a
whip, and the vehicle fell into the endless, moving line.
XXI
A SLIP OF PAPER
When the light of returning consciousness finally pierced the black
lethargy that enshrouded him, Mr. Grimm's mind was a chaos of vagrant,
absurd fantasies; then slowly, slowly, realization struggled back to its
own, and he came to know things. First was the knowledge that he was
lying flat on his back, on a couch, it seemed; then, that he was in the
dark--an utter, abject darkness. And finally came an overwhelming sense
of silence.
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