"A knock at the door interrupted my reflections, and I gave a
start that sent the candle grease flying.
"'Let me in,' came in Smith's voice.
"I unlocked the door. He came in fully dressed. His face wore a
curious pallor. It seemed to me to be under the skin and to shine
through and almost make it luminous. His eyes were exceedingly
bright.
"I was wondering what in the world to say to him, or how he
would explain his visit at such an hour, when he closed the door
behind him and came close up to me—uncomfortably close.
"'You should have called me at once,' he said in his whispering
voice, fixing his great eyes on my face.
"I stammered something about an awful dream, but he ignored my
remark utterly, and I caught his eye wandering next—if any movement
of those optics can be desc
