A young army officer, captured during the wars in Soudan, is being held as a slave in the stronghold of the Mahdi. Though it is thought that he was dead, his friends in London decide to try to rescue him.
-room, where he turned up the gas and then opened a cabinet, from which he took down a stoppered bottle and a graduated glass, into which he carefully measured a small portion, half filled the glass from a table filter, and then hurried back into the dining-room.
"Drink this, Frank, my boy," he said.
"No, no; let me be. I shall soon come round."
"Drink this, my lad," said the doctor sternly; "it is for your good."
The young man caught the glass from his friend's hand, tossed down the contents, shuddered, and then drew a deep breath, pulling himself together directly.
"I'm better now," he said. "It has all been such a shock, and I've been travelling night and day."
"Where from?" said the doctor, so as to give the young fellow time for the medicine to produce its effect.
"Berlin," was the reply.
"Berlin? That accounts for it. I was wondering why you had not been here. I thought you were in Paris about some mineral business."
"I was there, but I hear