The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 3 Page 15

sent round to King’s College Hospital for splints and bandages.”

Toddy took off his coat.

“We sha’n’t need ye, Sir Cyril,” said he casually.

And Sir Cyril departed.

In an hour the limb was set — a masterly display of skill — and, except to give orders, Toddy had scarcely spoken another word. As he was washing his hands in a corner of the dressing-room he beckoned to me.

“How was it caused?” he whispered.

“No one seems to know, sir.”

“Doesn’t matter much, anyway! Let him lie a wee bit, and then get him home. Ye’ll have no trouble with him, but there’ll