The White Worm, in her own proper shape, certainly has great facilities for the business on which she is now engaged.

She can look into windows of any ordinary kind.

Happily, this house is beyond her reach, if she wishes--as she manifestly does--to remain unrecognised.

But, even at this height, it is wise to show no lights, lest she might learn something of our presence or absence." "Would it not be well, sir, if one of us could see this monster in her real shape at close quarters?
I am willing to run the risk--for I take it there would be no slight risk in the doing.

I don't suppose anyone of our time has seen her close and lived to tell the tale." Sir Nathaniel held up an expostulatory hand.
"Good God, lad, what are you suggesting?
Think of your wife, and all that is at stake." "It is of Mimi that I think--for her sake that I am willing to risk whatever is to be risked." Adam's young bride was proud of her man, but she blanched at the thought of the ghastly White Worm.