“We move um,” echoed Fraud.
“And then will you call the boss of the house?”
“We have him called then,” they promised.
“If this ever gets out, my reputation is blasted,” sighed the professor; “but I see no other way to escape from these creatures. I’ll have to submit.”
He signified his willingness, whereupon both favorites again clasped him about the neck with an arm, while they prepared to lift their veils with their free hands.
“Here goes!” he muttered, turning to Fraud.
She lifted her veil.
A squawk of astonishment and horror burst from Professor Gunn, for Fraud was black as midnight, with huge red lips, which were parted in a horrible grin. Brass rings dangled from her ears and her nose.
“Heavens and earth deliver me!” panted the professor.
Then he turned and saw the face of Fake. It was that of an old, haglike creature, wrinkled and hideous, while her mouth was filled with horrible black teeth.