The Club of Queer Trades
has done nothing but hop and dance and kick with a solemn, silent face. It looks as if his leg belonged to some one else or were possessed by devils. He has never spoken to us from that time to this."
"Where is Professor Chadd now?" I said, getting up in some agitation. "We ought not to leave him alone."
"Dr. Colman is with him," said Miss Chadd, calmly. "They are in the garden. Dr. Colman thought the air would do him good. And he can scarcely go into the street."
Basil and I walked rapidly to the window which looked out on the garden. It was a small and somewhat smug suburban garden; the flower-beds a little too neat and like the pattern of a colored carpet; but on this shining and opulent summer day even they had the exuberance of something natural, I had almost said tropical. In the middle of a bright and verdant but painfully circular lawn stood two figures. One of them was a small, sharp-looking man with black whiskers and a very polished hat (I presume Dr.
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