"I remember now," I said. "I stopped a bullet, didn't I? I've a
sort of recollection of seeing a lot of stars, and after that
everything's a blank."
Bobby seated himself on the other side of my couch.
"This is splendid," he remarked. "You'll be asking for a whisky and
soda before we know where we are."
Christine leaned forward and rearranged the pillows.
"Tell me," she whispered, "is your head hurting you very much?"