"What's my brother doing here?" asked Graham.
"What d'you s'pose? Better go and ask 'im yourself."
"Where is he?"
"In bed, if you must know." The girl answered sharply. She found her
caller supercilious. She followed him into the bedroom, telling herself
that this was a nice way to be treated for all the trouble that she had
taken.
Graham bent over the bed. "Good God!" he said. "What's the matter with
him?"
"Drink!" said the girl drily.
"Drink! He never drinks."
"Then 'e must 'ave fallen off the water-wagon into a barrel of alcohol
and opened 'is mouth too wide. Also 'e's got a fever."