"There are two of them! They are watching me all the time." The Colonel took off his coat.

The room seemed to him like a furnace.
Then he stretched out his hands and laid them upon Wrayson's shoulders.
"What if they are ?" he declared cheerfully.

"They won't eat you.

Besides, it is very likely the dead man's rooms they are watching." "They followed me home from the inquest," Wrayson muttered.
The Colonel laughed.
"And if I'd been living here," he remarked, "they'd have followed me home just the same.

Now, Herbert, my young friend," he continued, "sit down and tell me all about it like a man.