We went together across the lawn in the direction of the companion cedars, and he continued his discourse.
“All that you have told me interests me greatly, showing as it does how, under certain conditions, the most admirably balanced brain may become what I may call sensitised—susceptible as a photographic plate to an image——”
At this point his speech was arrested. We had passed between the cedars, and the statue was facing us. The doctor was gazing up at it.
“Good heavens!” he said in a whisper; “he has finished it!”
I looked up and saw that the head of the figure was covered with curls.
“He has finished it—he has finished it,” the doctor whispered again.
“Yes,” I said, “he has finished it. I saw him do it.”