His back was turned; he was bending over his chair, feeling the seat of it.

But he answered next moment, and said: "Ah, there it is; it was a tack." The lady contemplated him doubtfully a moment, then said, pretty snappishly: "All that for a tack! Praise goodness it wasn't a shingle nail, it would have landed you in the Milky Way.

I do hate to have my nerves shook up so." And she turned on her heel and went her way.
As soon as she was safely out, the Colonel said, in a suppressed voice: "Come--we must see for ourselves.

It must be a mistake." They hurried softly down and peeped in.

Sellers whispered, in a sort of despair-- It is eating! What a grisly spectacle! Hawkins it's horrible! Take me away--I can't stand-- They tottered back to the laboratory..