Are any or all of these traits to be found in werewolf?
_Find one and ask it._
* * * * *
That was quite enough lycanthropy for the present, so far as I was
concerned. I drew a book of Mark Twain from the shelf--I seem to
remember it as _Tom Sawyer Abroad_--and read all the morning. Noon
came, and I was about to ask the judge's negro servant for some lunch,
when he appeared in the door of the study.
"Someone with a message, sah," he announced, and drew aside to admit
Susan Gird.
I fairly sprang to my feet, dropping my book upon the desk. She
advanced slowly into the room, her pale face grave but friendly. I saw
that her eyes were darkly circled, and that her cheeks showed gaunt, as
if with strain and weariness. She put out a hand, and I took it.
"A message?" I repeated William's words.
"Why, yes." She achieved a smile, and I was glad to see it, for both
our sakes. "Judge Pursuivant got me to one side and said for me to come
here. You and I are to talk the thing over."
"You mean, last night?" She nodded, and I asked further, "How did you
get here?"
"Your car. I don't drive very well, but I managed."