“I didn't know how to reach you.”

His eyes, seeing nothing, moved ceaselessly about the room.

“It was a mad man,” he said. “He must have been mad.”

“Wouldn't you like some coffee?” I urged him.

“I don't want anything. I'm all right now, Mr. — — ”

“Carraway.”

“Well, I'm all right now. Where have they got Jimmy?”

I took him into the drawing-room, where his son lay, and left him there. Some little boys had come up on the steps and were looking into the hall; when I told them who had arrived they went reluctantly away.