But I'll tell you another curious thing about the child."
Instinctively she lowered her voice.
"The day before poor George was killed, Timmy cried and cried and cried.
It was impossible to comfort him--and he wouldn't give any reason for his
grief. Both Janet and Betty were dreadfully upset. They thought he had
some pain that he wouldn't tell them of, and they would have sent for Dr.
O'Farrell, but they knew he was away, some miles off, at a very difficult
case. Betty actually came in and asked if _I_ would try to make him say
what was the matter! But of course I could do nothing with him. I think
you know that he was passionately fond of George."
"What does Dr. O'Farrell think of it all?"
"He's convinced that Timmy has got a kind of peculiar, rare,
thought-reading gift. He won't hear of its being in any sense
supernatural. I haven't spoken to him about it lately, but the last time
he mentioned the child, he told me he was sure that what he called the
boy's 'subconscious self' would in time sink into its proper place."
"I wonder if it will?" exclaimed Radmore. "I don't see why it should."
"No, nor do I, excepting that, as time goes on, Timmy has become much
more like a normal boy than he used to be.
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