midnight
I 'll tell her that I am going to receive a patient who is suffering from a mysterious disease unknown to medical science . I 'll say I picked him up in the Oriental Home in Whitechapel , and have brought him here to study him , and you and I must smuggle him into the house and put him to bed some time when she is out of the way . Then I 'll instal her as nurse ; in fact , she will do that for herself ; and as there is no chance of her learning anything from him , we can break the truth to her by degrees , and when His Highness is well enough to travel we 'll all be off to Peru and come back millionaires , if you can only persuade him to tell you the secret of his treasure-houses . ' That night the doctor and the professor took turns in watching by the bedside of their strange patient , whose slumber became lighter and lighter until , towards midnight , he got so restless and apparently uneasy that Djama considered that the time had come to wake him and see if he was able to take any nourishment . So he set the professor to work , warming some chicken broth over a spirit lamp , and mixing a little champagne and soda-water in one glass and brandy and water in another . Meanwhile , he filled a hypodermic syringe with colourless fluid out of a little stoppered bottle , and then turned the sheet down and injected the contents of the syringe under the smooth , bronze skin of the Inca 's shoulder . He moved slightly at the prick of the needle , then he drew two or three deep breaths , and suddenly sat up in bed and stared about him with wide open eyes , full , as they well might be , of inquiring wonder .