He was shaking again in the clutch of a heavy chill.

Presently, his sentences having trailed off once or twice into peculiar incoherency, he fell to talking wildly of a hut in the Sherrill woods in which he had lived for days in the early autumn, of a cuff in a box buried in the ground beneath the planking.

For weeks, he said, he had vainly tried to solve its cipher, stealing away from the farm by night to pore over it by the light of a candle.

It was fearfully intricate-- "But you--you that know all," he gasped painfully, "you will get it and read and tell me--" Moaning he fell back in his chair.
Carl rang for Mrs.Carmody.

It was young Mary, however, who answered, her round blue eyes lingering in mystification upon the fire Carl had built in the deserted wing.
"Mary," said Carl carelessly, "you'd better phone for a doctor and a nurse.