Chapter 27

Engrossed in his tasks, he was not watching me. I saw him load a shot of some nameless drug into the syringe and place his loaded syringe on the table. I reclosed my eyes. The Chinese surgeon removed the thermometer and recorded my temperature. There was a long, silent interval. I kept my eyes closed. Something told me that he was intrigued, that he was studying me. Presently, I felt his head close to my bare chest. He pressed his ear against my heart. I lay still, until: “Ah, Mr. Greville,” he said, with scarcely …