“After his first absence I called to see him at his room. He had obviously undergone a violent paroxysm of grief or shame.”
“He told you this?”
“No. But his eyes, and, indeed, his whole face, were abnormally swollen, as with weeping.”
“Ah, yes.” Average Jones’ voice had suddenly taken on a bored indifference. “Were—er—his hands, also?”
“His hands? Why should they?”
“Of course, why, indeed? You noted them?”
“I did not, sir.”
“Did he seem depressed or morose?”
“I can not say that he did.”
“Professor Gehren, what, newspaper do you take?”