"Exactly, except that he was quieter. He fidgeted a little with his fingers."
"Yes?"
"And he seemed very hard at work. I caught him looking at me once or twice."
"Yes? How did he look?"
"He just looked at me—that was all. Good Lord! what do you want—"
"And there was nothing else—absolutely nothing else?"
"Absolutely nothing else."
"He didn't complain of ... of anything?"
"Lord...! Oh, yes; he did say something about a headache."
"Ah!" The old man leaned forward. "A headache? What kind?"