Gedge was right, for directly after the Doctor entered the room, signed to Gedge to go, and then detained him.
“How has Mr Bracy been?” he said sharply.
“Bit low-sperrited, sir.”
“Yes; but has he exhibited any of those peculiar phenomena?”
Gedge passed his hand over his chin and stared.
“Bah! Has he kicked at you, or struck you, or done anything of that kind?”
“No, sir; not a bit.”
“That’s right. Well, Bracy, you quite startled me, my lad; I was taken by surprise, and I looked at it from the commonplace point of view. I’ve had time to think of it now from the scientific side. Tell me, can you control yourself when those fits come on? I mean, this involuntary nerve and muscular action!”
“Do you think that I should let it go on if I could, Doctor?” said Bracy sadly.
“No, of course not, my dear fellow. Pardon me for asking you.”