A funsies cold read of Bram Stoker's The Jewel of Seven Stars, told in very small bits, made possible by the support of my patrons at patreon.com/bbwolfe. This is the 4th part of chapter 5!

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Such a man would have more knowledge and more experience; and his knowledge and experience might help to throw light on poor Father's case. As it is, Doctor Winchester seems to be quite in the dark.  Oh! I don't know what to do. It is all so terrible!"  Here she broke down a little and cried; and I tried to comfort her.

Doctor Winchester arrived quickly.  His first thought was for his patient; but when he found him without further harm, he visited Nurse Kennedy.  When he saw her, a hopeful look came into his eyes.  Taking a towel, he dipped a corner of it in cold water and flicked on the face. The skin coloured, and she stirred slightly.  He said to the new nurse--Sister Doris he called her:

"She is all right.  She will wake in a few hours at latest.  She may be dizzy and distraught at first, or perhaps hysterical.  If so, you know how to treat her."

"Yes, sir!" answered Sister Doris demurely; and we went back to Mr. Trelawny's room. As soon as we had entered, Mrs. Grant and the Nurse went out so that only Doctor Winchester, Miss Trelawny, and myself remained in the room.  When the door had been closed Doctor Winchester asked me as to what had occurred.  I told him fully, giving exactly every detail so far as I could remember.  Throughout my narrative, which did not take long, however, he kept asking me questions as to who had been present and the order in which each one had come into the room.  He asked other things, but nothing of any importance; these were all that took my attention, or remained in my memory.  When our conversation was finished, he said in a very decided way indeed, to Miss Trelawny:

"I think, Miss Trelawny, that we had better have a consultation on this case."  She answered at once, seemingly a little to his surprise:

"I am glad you have mentioned it.  I quite agree.  Who would you suggest?"

"Have you any choice yourself?" he asked.  "Any one to whom your Father is known? Has he ever consulted any one?"

"Not to my knowledge.  But I hope you will choose whoever you think would be best.  My dear Father should have all the help that can be had; and I shall be deeply obliged by your choosing.  Who is the best man in London--anywhere else--in such a case?"

"There are several good men; but they are scattered all over the world. Somehow, the brain specialist is born, not made; though a lot of hard work goes to the completing of him and fitting him for his work.  He comes from no country.  The most daring investigator up to the present is Chiuni, the Japanese; but he is rather a surgical experimentalist than a practitioner.  Then there is Zammerfest of Uppsala, and Fenelon of the University of Paris, and Morfessi of Naples.  These, of course, are in addition to our own men, Morrison of Aberdeen and Richardson of Birmingham.   

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