"I am trying to help," Watson said crossly. "You may feel free to snap at me for my stupidity when I'm not following the mad flights of your brain, but this particular subject is my specialty."

He sat up, and lit himself a second cigarette, feeling all to pieces and exhausted, not to mention guilty for losing his temper with a sick man.

"I could," he said, calmer, "bring the bath to you. A tub of water and a washcloth. Would it help?"