"I will try to open the door.
I must--though I don't know why." When he arrived at the Manor the servants who received him with the usual ceremony noticed that he looked better and that he did not go to the remote rooms where he usually lived attended by Pitcher.

He went into the library and sent for Mrs.Medlock.

She came to him somewhat excited and curious and flustered.
"How is Master Colin, Medlock ?" he inquired.

"Well, sir," Mrs.Medlock answered, "he's--he's different, in a manner of speaking." "Worse ?" he suggested.
Mrs.Medlock really was flushed.
"Well, you see, sir," she tried to explain, "neither Dr.Craven, nor the nurse, nor me can exactly make him out." "Why is that ?" "To tell the truth, sir, Master Colin might be better and he might be changing for the worse.

His appetite, sir, is past understanding--and his ways--" "Has he become more--more peculiar ?" her master, asked, knitting his brows anxiously.
"That's it, sir.