“What are you going to do with me?” asked Abe. “Are you going to kill me?”
“It may be true!” he muttered. “I believe he looks like her!”
Then he suddenly commanded:
“Boy, take off your coat!”
“What for?” panted Abe. “What are you going to do?”
“Take off your coat! Don’t be scared. I am not going to hurt you.”
Realizing the folly of refusing to obey, the boy pulled off his coat as directed.
“Shove up your right sleeve above the elbow,” ordered the man.
With shaking fingers the lad obeyed.
The wearer of the mask then gripped Abe’s wrist with his left hand, still keeping his right behind him, as he had done almost constantly since entering the room. He drew the boy nearer to the light and seemed gazing eagerly and excitedly at the thin, bared arm.