"I meant to pick up a few oddments in the village.

I don't suppose I shall stay very long, anyhow, but I thought I'd like to have a look at the place.

By-the-by, what sort of a man is Mr.Fentolin ?" Again there was that curious expression in her eyes, an expression almost of secret terror, this time not wholly concealed.

He could have sworn that her hands were cold.
"He met with an accident many years ago," she said slowly.

"Both his legs were amputated.