"You lost a good deal of blood? It is not all here, eh?"
"No; I lost some beside."
"Mind, now, don't move. You may bring it on again; and you're not in a condition to spare any. How did it happen?"
"A knife or something."
"A thrust, eh? Not a cut; I mean a stab?"
"Yes."
"About how long ago? What hour?"
Sir Jekyl hesitated.
"Oh! now come, Sir Jekyl, I beg pardon, but I really must know the facts."
"Remember your promise—awfully tired."