“What’s the trouble?” he demanded. “Is anything wrong—up there?”
“I don’t know about that,” answered Barnes, “but something is wrong right here.”
“With you, Joe?”
“With you and me,” answered Barnes.
Langdon paused for a moment, and then, through half-closed lips, he groaned, “Yes, something is wrong with me. But how did you know?”
Barnes lifted his eyes and studied the strained white face of the other. It was his turn to be surprised. He glanced at the bandaged arm.
Langdon shook his head.
“No,” he answered, “it isn’t that.”
“Then—”
“It’s your sister, Joe,” explained Langdon. “There’s something about her I don’t understand. She hasn’t been herself since you left.”