"By the way," said Dr. Ansell one evening when Morel was in Sheffield, "we've got a man in the fever hospital here who comes from Nottingham-Dawes. He doesn't seem to have many belongings in this world."
"Baxter Dawes!" Paul exclaimed.
"That's the man-has been a fine fellow, physically, I should think. Been in a bit of a mess lately. You know