He had seen so many people near death at one time or another that he was aware, without asking the advice of any physician, that, unless something was done quickly about Giovanna, she would certainly die.
Again the subconscious part of his brain told him what to do.
He pulled off the silk handkerchief he had tied around his neck and knotting it skilfully around one of Giovanna’s thin wrists, tied her securely to the root of a rhododendron bush.
He then remembered that he had left his tweed jacket behind on the tree trunks where they had been sitting, which he might have put behind her head.
But she looked fairly comfortable lying stretched out on the grass and he thought it unlikely that she would regain consciousness very rapidly.
He took one last look at her to make certain that it
