They took to their heels when they saw me." Again the squat man nodded.

He appeared to be a good listener.
"Where were you when we crossed the fire escape ?" "In the yard on the other side of the fence." There was reluctance in the guttural voice.
"Oh, I see.

You live there." As this was a supposition and not a direct query, the squat man wagged his head affirmatively.
Kitty, her ears strained for disquieting sounds in the kitchen, laid her palm on the patient's cheek.

It was very hot.

She dipped a bit of cotton into the water, which had grown cold, and dampened the wounded man's cheeks and throat.