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UNDER the full glare of the electric lights which he had turned on, Palmer tramped uneasily up and down his living room while he waited for Hayden to return from the bedroom where the three men had taken Peter Burnham twenty minutes before. Maynard, more self-controlled, sat before the chess board and, utterly lost to his companion's continued restlessness, he moved the chessmen about intent only on solving some abstruse problem. The minutes dragged along before Palmer's impatience was finally rewarded by the entrance of the physician.
"Burnham has regained consciousness and is resting more easily," he announced, as the two men came toward him. "If he continues to improve I see no reason why he should not return home a little later; if not"