I must have something more off you." "Very well, man, I'll pay you double." "My price to you is ten shillings." "Why, what is that for ?" asked Seaton in some alarm; he thought, in his confusion, the man must have read his heart.
"I'll tell ye why," said the squinting barber.

"No, I won't.

I'll show ye." He brought a small mirror and suddenly clapped it before Seaton's eyes.

Seaton started at his own image; wild, ghastly, and the eyes so bloodshot.

The barber chuckled.