Mary stares at him, in utter disbelief.

"Yes there is!" she says, in the piercing, emphatic voice of a thoroughly furious (and slightly frightened) little girl.


"He is not well. He ought to see a doctor - he cannot even walk!"

It is quite clear that Mary could care less about whoever is in room 97 - at least, until she's actually told he's dying.

"You are only afraid - likely you only do not want to get caught," she adds, scornfully.