“Now I’m not going to have any more nonsense about this,” he said, with a complete change of manner — the butler was merged in the constable yearning for distinction — an honourable endorsement on the charge sheet and promotion — “that’s blood, that is, and you know it. Open that bundle, Mr. Campion.”
With a grim anticipation of Yarker’s astonishment when he saw the idol, Campion unfolded the drapery and, as he did so, rose to his feet with a hoarse cry.
The rays of Yarker’s lantern fell directly upon the bundle, revealing a sight at which Campion felt his brain swim. The idol was alive — or rather, in its place was a changeling which, in some grotesque fashion resembled it. As Campion stared, fascinated, into its smooth yellowish face, the eyelids slowly went up and two cold, glassy eye
