"Nonsense, man!" I said. "Forget your damned superstitions. I want help."
"You are scientifically ignorant! There are some things, Dr. Lowell-" he began, hotly; then controlled
himself.
"What is it you want me to do?"
"First," I said, "let's go over these eight cases, analyze them. Braile, have you come to any conclusions?"
"Yes," Braile answered. "I think all eight were murdered!"
CHAPTER III: THE DEATH AND NURSE WALTERS
That Braile had voiced the thought lurking behind my own mind-and without a shred of evidence so far
as I could see to support it-irritated me.
"You're a better man than I am, Sherlock Holmes," I said sarcastically. He flushed, but repeated