"Oh," I snapped, "I'm sorry. Let's go, of course. Are you not injured? I looked inquisitively into his face.

- No, everything is okay.

Eric, whistling something cheerful, walked forward along the path, we followed.

- Devlin? Are you very angry?

"No," replied Master Cooper, once again hiding under the cold mask of the stone statue.

"He's furious," Eric laughed merrily, "unlike darling me." He just always keeps his face.

- Don't talk nonsense, - Devlin said, throwing one glance at his friend, then looked at me, - Chris, why are you limping?

- I got hurt a little...

He stopped, unceremoniously took my wrist, pulled up my sleeve and...