I don't care.
I'll let it bite me too.
I lifted the glass from the skulls. My heart may have beaten violently, I don't deny it. I stretched out my arm. My hand came in contact with a cold jaw-bone. I raised it and turned it round.
Hah!
What had happened? Had it bit me?
I should have flung it away with all my heart if it had; but at that instant I discovered that it was provided with a cunningly constructed piece of clockwork, which made it turn round if you pressed a spring. The other skull was provided with a similar contrivance.
At the breakfast-table I encountered Squire Gabriel. As usual he was very solemn, so was I.
"How did you sleep?" he inquired, with sympathetic courtesy.
"Thank you, very badly. I drank lots of tea yesterday evening, and it plagued me with all manner of spectres."
"And what did the skulls do?"