LEGAL MURDER As Drew entered his bedroom he found the doctor in the act of restoring the thermometer to its case.

His coat was off and his sleeves rolled up to the elbow; he looked more like a man preparing to chop wood than a physician engaging in a struggle with death; but Dr.Young had the fighting strain.

Otherwise he would never have persisted in Eldara.
Already the subtle atmosphere of sickness had come upon the room.

The shades of the windows were drawn evenly, and low down, so that the increasing brightness of the morning could only temper, not wholly dismiss the shadows.

Night is the only reality of the sick-bed; the day is only a long evening, a waiting for the utter dark.