It is enough that he did go to the bed, and that he did look inside the curtains.
The man had moved.

One of his arms was outside the clothes; his face was turned a little on the pillow; his eyelids were wide open.

Changed as to position and as to one of the features, the face was otherwise fearfully and wonderfully unaltered.

The dead paleness and the dead quiet were on it still.
One glance showed Arthur this--one glance before he flew breathlessly to the door and alarmed the house.
The man whom the landlord called "Ben" was the first to appear on the stairs.

In three words Arthur told him what had happened, and sent him for the nearest doctor.
I, who tell you this story, was then staying with a medical friend of mine, in practice at Doncaster, taking care of his patients for him during his absence in London; and I, for the time being, was the nearest doctor.