"And now if you'll excuse me, sir, I'll have to get back--" The doctor waved his hands despairingly as Thomas scuttled back without another word.
"It's no good," he said, "no good.

And yet he told me quite intelligibly--" Frank was laughing quietly to himself.
"But you haven't told me one word--" "Don't laugh," said the old man simply.

"Look here, my boy, it's no laughing matter.

I tell you I can't think of anything else.

It's bothering me." "But--" The doctor waved his hands.
"Well," he said, "I can say it no better.