"He might fly away," remonstrated the Very Young Man.
"No, he won't."
The Very Young Man put the sparrow on the handkerchief beside the ring and the Doctor immediately picked it up with the callipers.
"Don't squeeze him," cautioned the Very Young Man.
The sparrow grew steadily smaller, and in a moment the Doctor set it carefully on the rim of the ring.
"Get him up by the scratch," whispered the Very Young Man.
The men bent closer over the table, as the Doctor looking through his magnifying glass shoved the sparrow slowly along the top of the ring.
"I can't see him," said the Banker.
"I can," said the Very Young Man, "right by the scratch." Then after a moment, "he's gone."
"I've got him right over the scratch," said the Doctor, leaning farther down. Then he raised his head and laid the magnifying glass and the callipers on the table. "He's gone now."