‘What won’t let you?’
‘The Beetle!’
Sydney moved till he was close in front of him. He surveyed him with eager eyes. I was just at his back. I heard him murmur,—possibly to me.
‘By George!—It’s just as I thought!—The beggar’s hypnotised!’
Then he said aloud,
‘Can you see it now?’
‘Yes.’
‘Where?’
‘Behind you.’
As Mr Holt spoke, I again heard, quite close to me, that buzzing sound. Sydney seemed to hear it too,—it caused him to swing round so quickly that he all but whirled me off my feet.