"Well ?" The senile voice sank to a confidential whisper, the dim, pale face came close.

"The real Sleeper--" "Yes," said Graham.
"Died years ago." "What ?" said Graham, sharply.
"Years ago.Died.Years ago." "You don't say so!" said Graham.
"I do.

I do say so.

He died.

This Sleeper who's woke up--they changed in the night.