The estrangement between the doctors deepened. Utterson visited Lanyon, finding him physically ruined, a shell of his former hearty self. The terror in Lanyon's eyes was absolute. Utterson, burdened by his own secrets regarding the cane, tried to bridge the gap, but Lanyon would hear nothing of it. 'I am a doomed man,' Lanyon whispered, staring into the middle distance, seeing horrors Utterson could only guess at.