I gave Scudder a full account of the affair, and it interested him greatly.

He said he wished he could have attended the inquest, for he reckoned it would be about as spicy as to read one's own obituary notice.
The first two days he stayed with me in that back room he was very peaceful.

He read and smoked a bit, and made a heap of jottings in a note-book, and every night we had a game of chess, at which he beat me hollow.

I think he was nursing his nerves back to health, for he had had a pretty trying time.

But on the third day I could see he was beginning to get restless.