The lad hesitated. "My father . . ." he began.
"Dead," said Tomb, in a hollow voice.
"My mother . . ."
"Dead," Tomb replied, in a monotonous whisper.
"My brother and sister . . ."
Tomb raised a sorrowful hand: his heart was touched.
"My family . . ." said the young man in despair.
"My poor boy," said Tomb, with tears in his eyes, "my poor, dear fellow, I killed them all not an hour ago."
