As he closed the door, Mellin slowly drew the coverlet over his head. It was as if he covered the face of some one who had just died.
VIII. What Cornish Knew
Two hours passed before young Cooley returned. He knocked twice without a reply; then he came in.
The coverlet was still over Mellin's head.
“Asleep?” asked Cooley.
“No.”
The coverlet was removed by a shaking hand.
“Murder!” exclaimed Cooley sympathetically, at sight of the other's face. “A night off certainly does things to you! Better let me get you some—”
“No. I'll be all right—after while.”