"Why, that he asked you to take a seat near the window."
"Robinson," remarked Watson sternly, "remember that your mental infirmities will not prevent my punching your head if you interrupt me with any more foolish questions."
Robinson grinned, and after ostentatiously placing a paper-weight within easy reach, Watson continued.
"I inquired if he was the person to whom I should apply for information about the Methuselah Club.
"He answered that he had the honor of being the president of the club, and would be glad to supply me with all information in his power. Did I wish to join?
"'A friend of mine,' I said, 'has already become a member, and the description of a wonderful powder has interested me, likewise the history of the powder.'
"The Hindoo smiled gently, showing his white teeth, and said that he was not surprised at my curiosity. He then went to a desk and took from it the printed circular which Jones had already shown me, and which was supposed to be a translation of the ancient manuscript. It is the one I hold in my hand; please glance over it before I continue my story."
Robinson took the paper.
"What is this hieroglyphic affair at the top here?" he asked.