That's what makes him a freak.

I say, dad, open the beggar's box, and let Rickaby see." His father obeyed the request.

Lifting the tiny brass latch which alone secured it, he swung open the glazed door of the case, and, reaching in, drew forward the flexible left arm of the skeleton.
"There you are," he said, supporting the bony hand upon his palm, so that all its fingers were spread out and Cleek might get a clear view of the monstrosity.

"What a trial he must have been to the glove trade, mustn't he ?" laughing gaily.

"Fancy the confusion and dismay, Mr.
Rickaby, if a fellow like this walked into a Bond Street shop in a hurry and asked for a pair of gloves." Cleek bent over and examined the thing with interest.