This small object in such a place seemed to surprise him.

He took it up, shook his head, and put it back on the dresser.

Then he turned down his master's bed.
"Poor fool!" murmured Miss Butterworth as she and her companion crept back to their old place behind the parlor curtains, "he has forgotten everything but his old routine duties.

We shall get nothing from this man." But she stopped suddenly; they both stopped.

Bartow was in the middle of the study, with his eyes fixed on his master's empty chair in an inquiring way that spoke volumes.