Shall I fetch it, then ?" "Do!" said Allerdyke, curtly.

He began to walk up and down the corridor when the man had hurried away, wondering what this soundness of sleep in his cousin meant.

James Allerdyke was not a man who took either drink or drugs, and Marshall's experience of him was that the least sound awoke him.
"Queer!" he repeated as he marched up and down.

"Perhaps he's not--" The quiet opening of a door close by made him lift his eyes from the carpet.

In the dim light he saw a man looking out upon him--a man of an unusually thick crop of hair and with a huge beard.