When he awoke, the candle was _bobbing_ in its socket, alternately lighting and shadowing the dead man on the table.

Strange glooms were gathering about the bottles on the shelves, and especially about one corner of the room, where--but I must not particularize too much.

It must be remembered that he had awaked suddenly, in a strange place, and with a fitful light.

He confessed to Mr Cupples that he had felt a little uncomfortable--not frightened, but _eerie_.

He was just going to rise and go home, when, as he stretched out his hand for his scalpel, the candle sunk in darkness, and he lost the guiding glitter of the knife.