He laughed, and Auberthal looked at me with a shudder.
"The armour hid it," went on Siebach, "and I knew they were all so superstitious they wouldn't touch it. And then you came—you and Auberthal."
At that moment the doctor came in. When he left the room he called me out.
"Count Siebach is mad?" I questioned,
"He is not responsible for what he says. Are you a friend of his?"
"In a way."
"Then you had better stay with him. Send for me if he gets worse. I shall do no good by stopping."
I went back to Auberthal. Siebach was obviously too ill to be left. I agreed to sit up with him half the night, whilst Auberthal rested.
Siebach was exhausted, and for some hours lay quite still. I think he was insensible. But about 12 o'clock I heard a sound from the bed, and went to him. He was sitting up, looking straight before him into space.