It came from this room." "You know who sleeps there ?" Gerald asked hoarsely.
Hamel nodded.
"A man with concussion of the brain doesn't cry out like that.

Besides, did you hear the end of it?
It sounded as though some one were choking him.

Hush!" They had spoken only in bated breath, but the door of the room before which they were standing was suddenly opened.

Meekins stood there, fully dressed, his dark, heavy face full of somber warning.

He started a little as he saw the two whispering together.