“Is the doctor with you?”
He nodded. Paredes yawned and lighted a cigarette. He settled himself in an easy chair. Bobby and Doctor Groom hurried up. Katherine led them down the old corridor. Two chairs had been placed in the broken doorway. Graham sat there. He arose and greeted the doctor.
“Nothing has happened since I left?” Bobby asked.
Graham shook his head.
“Katherine and I have watched every minute.”
Doctor Groom walked to the bed and for a long time looked down at Howells. Once he put out his hand, quickly withdrawing it.
“It’s simply a repetition,” he said at last, and his voice was softer than its custom. “It may be a warning, for all we know, that no one may sleep in this room without attracting death. Yet why should that be? I miss this poor fellow’s materialistic viewpoin
