He held them up singly, studying their outlines critically.
"And see here, Dicky—why, great Thomas cats!" His eyes turned on me wonderingly. "Never noticed it before—did you? But I do believe they are just my size!"
His size! By Jove, I had forgotten all about the item of size! I just collapsed into a chair as he said good night, and sat there blinking in a regular stupefaction of horror as his door closed behind him.
For he was devilish sensitive about his bulk, and I dared not say a word.
CHAPTER X
A NOCTURNAL INTRUSION
"Oh, but I say, it's impossible, you know!" And I stared at Jenkins incredulously.
He grinned foolishly. "I know, sir; but he's in 'em, just the same, and I must say they do fit lovely—just easy-like."
"By Jove!" I gasped helplessly. "Then the jolly things must be made of rubber, that's all! Why, look here, he weighs over three hundred pounds, you know!"