"Good--GOD!" I moaned.
I put my hands to my face and I felt the vein over my left eye
swelling, pulsing.
Through the bars of my fingers I saw Sergeant motion me down with one
eloquent hand. I took my hands away--I didn't like looking through
bars--and sat down.
"Now," Sergeant said, steepling his fingers, "I know of a completely
nice place in the country. Of course, if you respond properly...."
Those hands of his.
There was something about them that wasn't so. They might have been the
hands of a corpse, or a doll....