He watched it anxiously--directed the light upon it.

The shape on the couch remained motionless.
Thalassa's gaze wandered from the stethoscope to Dr.Ravenshaw.The doctor's bent neck showed white between the top of his shirt and the grey hair above it.

He was wearing no collar, so he must have been going to bed--when the knock came.

Thalassa's eyes dwelt on the exposed flesh with a steady yet wondering contemplation.

The lamp in his hand wavered slightly.
Dr.Ravenshaw rose to his feet, oblivious of the man who was staring at his neck from behind.