"Come on," curtly replied Carrados between his set teeth.
"Not until I've given that young cub something to remember," cried the outraged doctor truculently. "It was Aynosforde, Wynn. I wouldn't have believed it, but I just caught sight of him in time. He laughed and ran behind a pillar when you were hit."
"Come on," reiterated Carrados, seizing his friend's arm and compelling him towards the gate. "It was only the funny bone, fortunately. Would you stop to box the village idiot's ears because he puts out his tongue at you?"
"Village idiot!" exclaimed Tulloch. "I may only be a thick-skulled, third-rate general practitioner of no social pretension whatever, but I'm blistered if I'll have my guests insulted by a long-eared pedigree blighter without putting up a few plain words about it. An Aynosforde or not, he must take the consequences; he's no village idiot."
"No," was Carrados's grim retort; "he is something much more dangerous—the castle maniac."
Tulloch would have stopped in sheer amazement, but the recovered arm dragged him relentlessly on.
"Aynosforde! Mad!"
"The girl is on the borderline of imbecility; the man has passed beyond the limit of a more serious phase. The ground has been preparing for generations; doubtless in him the seed has quietly germinated for years. Now his time has come."
"I heard that he was a nice, quiet young fellow, studious and interested in science. He has a workshop and a laboratory."
"Yes, anything to occupy his mind. Well, in future he will have a padded room and a keeper."
