ever dropping away from a questioner's face. He abounded in inhuman angles and impossible lines. It seemed that he must have been rather dashingly done in the first place, then half obliterated and badly mended with fumbling, indecisive touches. His restless hands unceasingly wrung each other as if he had that moment made his own acquaintance and was trying to infuse a false geniality into the meeting.
When he spoke he had a trick of opening his mouth for a word and holding it so, a not overclean forefinger poised above an outheld palm. It seemed to the listener that the word when it came would mean much. His white moustache alone had a well-finished look, curving jauntily upward.
"Sit there!" An authoritative finger pointed Bean to the chair he had lately occupied.
He sat nervously, suffering that peculiar apprehension which physicians and dentists had always inspired.
"Most amazing! Most astounding!" muttered the professor as if to his own ear alone. He sat in a chair facing Bean and regarded him long and intently. At brief intervals his face twitched, his body stiffened, he seemed to writhe in some malign grasp.
Bean gripped the arms of his chair. His tingling nerves were accurately defining his spine. He waited, breathless.
"I see it all," breathed the professor in low, solemn tones, his eyes fixed above Bean's head.
