"When."
"What's the matter, old man? You're ill."
I clutched him by the arm.
"Garry, there's some one in that room."
"Nonsense! there's no one there."
"There is, I tell you. Listen! Don't you hear them breathing?"
He was quiet. Distinctly I could hear the panting of human breath. I was going mad, mad. I could stand it no longer.
"Garry," I gasped, "I'm going to see, I'm going to see."
"Don't——"
"Yes, I must, I say. Let me go. I'll drag them out."