five
o'clock
We were at Raffles Hotel in Singapore having tea with some French girls from the steamer . Our purser happened along and gave Don a letter which I recognized as being from Mrs. Sequin . He read the first sheet , then looked up in a wild sort of way , and asked if we 'd mind excusing him as he had something he wanted to see to before the steamer sailed . At five o'clock he 'd never shown up , and I had to hustle our bags ashore and start out to look for him . He 'd been awfully seedy for a couple of months and when he got left I knew something serious had happened . I found him late that night in the foreign hospital out of his head with a fever . It seems the letter had told him that his girl was going to be married , and half beside himself he had gotten into a rikisha , and ridden for hours in the tropical sun , trying to face the fact .