"You will now light the gas, Watson, but you will be very careful
that not for one instant shall it be more than half on. I
implore you to be careful, Watson. Thank you, that is excellent.
No, you need not draw the blind. Now you will have the kindness
to place some letters and papers upon this table within my reach.
Thank you. Now some of that litter from the mantelpiece.
Excellent, Watson! There is a sugar-tongs there. Kindly raise
that small ivory box with its assistance. Place it here among
the papers. Good! You can now go and fetch Mr. Culverton Smith,
of 13 Lower Burke Street."
To tell the truth, my desire to fetch a doctor had somewhat
weakened, for poor Holmes was so obviously delirious that it
seemed dangerous to leave him. However, he was as eager now to
consult the person named as he had been obstinate in refusing.
"I never heard the name," said I.
"Possibly not, my good Watson. It may surprise you to know that
the man upon earth who is best versed in this disease is not a
medical man, but a planter. Mr. Culverton Smith is a well-known
resident of Sumatra, now visiting London. An outbreak of the
disease upon his plantation, which was distant from medical aid,
caused him to study it himself, with some rather far-reaching
consequences.
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