We were sitting round the fire, in the study—five men, all of usmiddle-aged and sober-minded, four of us bachelors, one a widower.
And it was he who spoke, with an anxious light in his grey eyes, and twothoughtful wrinkles at the bridge of his military nose.
"Tommy," he observed, "Tommy is not an ordinary boy."
We were silent, and I could see the doctor's lips twitching beneath hismoustache, as he gazed hard into the fire, and sucked at his