Whatever it was that injured her has injured them." I did not quite understand his answer.
"That is true indirectly, but not directly." "How do you mean, Professor ?" I asked.

I was a little inclined to take his seriousness lightly, for, after all, four days of rest and freedom from burning, harrowing, anxiety does help to restore one's spirits, but when I saw his face, it sobered me.

Never, even in the midst of our despair about poor Lucy, had he looked more stern.
"Tell me!" I said.

"I can hazard no opinion.

I do not know what to think, and I have no data on which to found a conjecture." "Do you mean to tell me, friend John, that you have no suspicion as to what poor Lucy died of, not after all the hints given, not only by events, but by me ?" "Of nervous prostration following a great loss or waste of blood." "And how was the blood lost or wasted ?" I shook my head.
He stepped over and sat down beside me, and went on, "You are a clever man, friend John.