"I shouldn't worry myself about it if I were you, Phil.

It's just an ordinary blister, nothing more.

Let's go on with the collection, Mr.Bawdrey; I'm deeply interested in it, I assure you.

Never saw such a marvellous lot.

Got any more amazing things--gems, I mean--like that wonderful scarab?
I say!"-- halting suddenly before a long, narrow case, with a glass front, which stood on end in a far corner, and, being lined with black velvet, brought into ghastly prominence the suspended shape of a human skeleton contained within--"I say! What the dickens is this?
Looks like a doctor's specimen, b'gad.