Jerry had a sharp look round, and then he backed out again to close the door after him, and stand hesitating and shaking his head.

"I don't like it," he muttered. "He ought to be tired out and glad to jump into his bed; and here he is writing! He isn't a writing sort of chap! Never hardly puts pen to paper! What's he writing for at a time like this?"

Jerry shook his head very solemnly, and sat down to wait, with all drowsiness gone and a nervous state of irritation steadily on the increase as he sat on for a time that seemed to be interminable, always on the _qui vive_, and expecting moment by moment to hear something which would give him ample excuse for rushing in.

"And what good will that do?" he argued, as his spirits grew lower and lower. "It'll be too late then, for I ought to be there to stop him.

He's half-mad, and if I was there I might prevent it; but he would not have it. He'd tell me I was mad to think of such a thing, and kick me out!"

"Well," he said to himself, after waiting for an interminable time, all worry and indecision, "I've a good mind to risk his being angry; for I'm sure he wants something to eat. I will, before it's too late."

He rose from his seat once more, and was in the act of crossing the lobby, when a piteous cry escaped his lips, for there was a sharp concussion, the windows of the place he was in rattled, and he heard the sound of a heavy fall!

Crying out "Too late! too late!" he dashed at the door, flung it open, and entered.

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE.

DEAD OR ALIVE?

As Jerry rushed into Lacey's room, it was with the full expectation of seeing the master for whom he had begun to feel a warm respect stretched, face downward, upon the carpet; but the place was vacant, and, panting and trembling, he ran on to where the heavy curtain draped the bedroom door, swung it aside, and rushed in--there to see that the lieutenant, in shirt and trousers, had fallen upon the bed, from which he was now evidently writhing and struggling to the floor.

Jerry was a man of resource. He had not been servant and valet to gentlemen for years without picking up a great deal--nursing being one of his accomplishments.

"Badly, perhaps fatally, wounded," he thought, "and immediate aid might be invaluable;" so, with this idea uppermost, he flung himself upon the young officer just as his feet touched the carpet, stooped down, and, by a clever quick motion, seized him round the knees, lifted his legs, and threw him on his back.

"Oh, how could you--how could you?" he cried, as he leant over him, pressing him down with his head on the pillow, and searched him wildly with his eyes, and then with one hand, for the wound.

"Do you hear?" he half-whimpered. "How could you? Oh, Mr Lacey, sir, how could you?"

The young officer's eyes looked fixed and staring, his face was white and drawn, and his mind was evidently confused and wandering. For the first few moments he struggled violently; then he lay back panting with his lips apart, while Jerry went on excitedly searching for the wound, but without success.

Then he turned his eyes to the floor, looking about in all directions for the pistol, then about the bed, which had not been turned down, but without avail; and his eyes sought those of the young man again as he held him, and with one hand felt for the pulsation at the heart.

"What's matter?" said Lacey, thickly.

At that moment Jerry caught sight of a gla.s.s on the dressing-table, and he uttered a cry, but felt confused and puzzled directly after; for his common sense told him that, if the lieutenant had tried to poison himself, whatever he had taken would not have gone off with a tremendous bang inside and made the windows rattle.

"What's matter?" said the lieutenant again, in a confused way; "did I-- did I--tumble out of bed?"

"No, no. I saved you, sir!" whimpered Jerry, hysterically. "Oh, sir, where is it? What have you done?"

"I d' know," said Lacey, confusedly. Then, with the power to think returning, he seized Jerry's hands, and tried to remove them from his chest. "Here! what are you doing?"

"Doing! doing!" cried Jerry. "Oh, why don't you speak! Can you hold out while I fetch the doctor?"

"Doctor? I d' know?" cried Lacey, staring in a stupefied way at his servant, and then growing angry at being held down. "Here! what's the matter? Have I been taken ill?"

"Ill? It's ten times worse than that, sir. Hold still. Where are you hurt? Where's the pistol?"

"Confound you! Will you leave go?" cried the lieutenant, who grew angry as his senses returned; and, gripping Jerry firmly, he wrenched himself round, made a violent effort, forced his man back, and rose to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

"Mr Lacey, sir, don't!" cried Jerry.

"Oh, won't I!" cried the lieutenant. "What do you mean by it? How dare you, sir? Couldn't you sit up late without getting at my spirit-stand?

What is it--brandy?"

"That it ain't, sir! I never touched a drop!" cried Jerry, indignantly.

"Don't, sir! You hurt me!"

"Hurt you? Yes, you dog, I mean to! You hurt me pretty well! Why, you're as drunk as a piper!"

"Tell you I ain't, sir!" cried Jerry. "I took four cups o' coffee to keep me awake. That's all. But--but, Mr Lacey, sir, didn't you do it?

Didn't you hurt yourself?--didn't--didn't--"

"'Didn't--didn't'--don't stammer and stutter like that! Confound you!

What do you mean by dragging me out of bed in this way? You must have been at the spirits!"

"Tell you I haven't!" roared Jerry, indignantly. "It's taking a man's character away, sir!"

"Then what do you mean by seizing me like this?"

"I heard a noise, sir--I thought you'd been losing money all night to Mr Frayne, sir, and that you'd shot yourself, sir--with your pistol, sir. Ain't yer, sir?"

"I shot myself? Pistol? Why, Brigley, you must be tipsy!"

"Which I ain't, sir; indeed, I ain't!" protested Jerry. "But are you really all right, sir? I heered a horful bang."

"I'm so stupidly confused and sleepy, I hardly know," said Lacey. "I suppose I must have rolled off the bed."

"Then you ain't hurt, sir?"

"Not that I know of."

"But something went off, sir."

"Soda-water."

"Oh, no, sir; hundred times as loud as that."

"Never mind. I'm thirsty. Bring me some."

"Yes, sir; directly, sir," cried Jerry, and he hurried out into the lobby, to come back in a minute with a gla.s.s of the sparkling anti-feverish water, to find the lieutenant bathing his face.

"Hah, that's refreshing!" said Lacey, returning the gla.s.s to the waiter Jerry held in his trembling hands. "Why, you look as if you had seen a ghost, Brigley!"

"I thought I was going to see one, sir--yours! And you ain't hurt a bit?"