"What was it?" he asked at last.
For answer Mr. Newman raised his arms again, the hands clenched, in a sudden and savage gesture.
"I was shouting like this," he said, and raised a voice that Carrick did not recognize. "Crucify Him! Crucify Him!"
He dropped his arms and stood staring at Carrick; then covered his face with his hands.
Carrick stood aghast and shaken. At last he went to his friend and took his arm.
XIII
THE STRANGE PATIENT
There were only two arrivals by the train from London when it stopped at the little flower-banked station of Barthiam; and Mary, who was waiting for it, had no difficulty in deciding which of them was Professor Fish. That great man never failed to look the part. His tall, lean figure, stooping at the shoulders, his big, smooth-shaven face, mildly abstracted behind his glasses, but retaining always something of a keen and formidable character, his soft hat and great flapping ulster, made up a noticeable personality anywhere. He seemed alone to crowd the little platform; the small man who accompanied him was lost in his shadow.
"Professor Fish?" accosted Mary primly, at his elbow.
He turned upon her with a movement like a swoop.