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“You are proceeding on the assumption, doctor,” he said, “that this weapon is a knife.”

“Certainly,” answered Dr. Rowell, smiling; “what else can it be?”

“It is a knife,” faintly interposed Arnold.

“Did you see the blade?” Entrefort asked him, quickly.

“I did–for a moment.”

Entrefort shot a quick look at Dr. Rowell and whispered, “Then it is not suicide.” Dr. Rowell looked puzzled and said nothing.

“I must disagree with you, gentlemen,” quietly remarked Entrefort; “this is not a knife.” He examined the handle very narrowly. Not only was the blade entirely concealed from view within Arnold’s body, but the blow had been so strongly delivered that the skin was depressed by the guard. “The fact that it is not a knife presents a very curious series of facts and contingencies,” pursued Entrefort, with amazing coolness, “some of which are, so far as I am informed, entirely novel in the history of surgery.”

A quizzical expression, faintly amused and manifestly interested, was upon Dr. Rowell’s face. “What is the weapon, doctor?” he asked.

“A stiletto.”

Arnold started. Dr. Rowell appeared confused. “I must confess,” he said, “my ignorance of the differences among these penetrating weapons, whether dirks, daggers, stilettos, poniards, or bowie-knives.”

“With the exception of the stiletto,” explained Entrefort, “all the weapons you mention have one or two edges, so that in penetrating they cut their way. A stiletto is round, is ordinarily about half an inch or less in diameter at the guard, and tapers to a sharp point. It penetrates solely by pushing the tissues aside in all directions. You will understand the importance of that point.”

Dr. Rowell nodded, more deeply interested than ever.

“How do you know it is a stiletto, Dr. Entrefort?” I asked.

“The cutting of these stones is the work of Italian lapidaries,” he said, “and they were set in Genoa. Notice, too, the guard. It is much broader and shorter than the guard of an edged weapon; in fact, it is nearly round. This weapon is about four hundred years old, and would be cheap at twenty thousand florins. Observe, also, the darkening color of your friend’s breast in the immediate vicinity of the guard; this indicates that the tissues have been bruised by the crowding of the ‘blade,’ if I may use the term.”

“What has all this to do with me?” asked the dying man.

“Perhaps a great deal, perhaps nothing. It brings a single ray of hope into your desperate condition.”

Arnold’s eyes sparkled and he caught his breath. A tremor passed all through him, and I felt it in the hand I was holding. Life was sweet to him, then, after all–sweet to this wild dare-devil who had just faced death with such calmness! Dr. Rowell, though showing no sign of jealousy, could not conceal a look of incredulity.

“With your permission,” said Entrefort, addressing Arnold, “I will do what I can to save your life.”

“You may,” said the poor boy.

“But I shall have to hurt you.”

“Well.”

“Perhaps very much.”

“Well.”

“And even if I succeed (the chance is one in a thousand) you will never be a sound man, and a constant and terrible danger will always be present.”

“Well.”

Entrefort wrote a note and sent it away in haste by a bell-boy.

“Meanwhile,” he resumed, “your life is in imminent danger from shock, and the end may come in a few minutes or hours from that cause. Attend without delay to whatever matters may require settling, and Dr. Rowell,” glancing at that gentleman, “will give you something to brace you up. I speak frankly, for I see that you are a man of extraordinary nerve. Am I right?”

“Be perfectly candid,” said Arnold.

Dr. Rowell, evidently bewildered by his cyclonic young associate, wrote a prescription, which I sent by a boy to be filled. With unwise zeal I asked Entrefort,–

“Is there not danger of lockjaw?”

“No,” he replied; “there is not a sufficiently extensive injury to peripheral nerves to induce traumatic tetanus.”

I subsided. Dr. Rowell’s medicine came and I administered a dose. The physician and the surgeon then retired. The poor sufferer straightened up his business. When it was done he asked me,–