Her open eyes showed neither wonder nor interest.
She was simply a negative existence, warm, breathing, placid; but absolutely unconscious of the world around her.

The bedclothes were disarranged, as though the patient had been drawn from under them without throwing them back.

The corner of the upper sheet hung upon the floor; close by it lay one of the bandages with which the Doctor had dressed the wounded wrist.

Another and another lay further along the floor, as though forming a clue to where the sick man now lay.
This was almost exactly where he had been found on the previous night, under the great safe.

Again, the left arm lay toward the safe.