"Three superfamilies of turtles,"
began Barton all over again.
"Three superfamilies of turtles—the—the Amphichelydia, the Cryptodira, and the Tri—the—Tri—the T-r-i-o-n-y-c-h-o-i-d-e-a,"
he spelled out laboriously.
With a vicious jerk of his chair Edgarton snatched up his papers and his orchids and started for the door.
"You're nice," he said. "I like you!"
"When you people get all through this nonsense," he announced, "maybe you'll be kind enough to let me know! I shall be in the writing-room!" With satirical courtesy he bowed first to Eve, then to Barton, dallied an instant on the threshold to repeat both bows, and went out, slamming the door behind him.
"A nervous man, isn't he?" suggested Barton.