"Well, Van Lowe, do you recognize me?"
"Yes, yes.... Didn't I recognize you before?"
"No ... once or twice you didn't know who I was.... Well, you'll soon be all right again now. You're getting better every day...."
"Yes, yes ... but...."
"What?"
"I feel very queer ... damned queer...."
"Yes, you're a bit weak still...."
"A bit weak?..."
He gave a grin. He felt his arm, thought it odd that he couldn't find his biceps:
"Where's the thing got to?" he asked. "Is it gone?..."