The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 3 Page 9

from the other side of the big curtain, and then the orchestra began to play the National Anthem.

The left thigh was broken near the knee-joint. So much I ascertained at once. As I manipulated the limb to catch the sound of the crepitus the injured man screamed, and he was continually in very severe pain. He did not, however, again lose consciousness.

“I must have a stretcher, and he must be carried to a room. I can’t do anything here,” I said to Sir Cyril. “And you had better send for a first-rate surgeon. Sir Francis Shorter would do very well — 102 Manchester Square, I think the address is. Tell him it’s a broken thigh. It will be a serious case.”

“Let me send for my doctor — Professor Eugene Churt,”