It was more beautiful than ever, for the man was smiling.

It was his eyes which held them.

Behind the brown a light was growing, a yellow and unearthly glimmer which one felt might be seen on the darkest night.
There was none of the coward in Jerry Strann.

He looked full into that yellow, glimmering, changing light--he looked steadily--and a strange feeling swept over him.

No, it was not fear.