The stock was untied; and Dr. Cairn, through a powerful glass, examined the marks. One of them, the lower, was slightly inflamed.
Lord Lashmore retied his stock, standing before the small mirror set in the overmantel.
"You had an impression of some presence in the room at the time of the outrage?" pursued the doctor.
"Distinctly; on both occasions."
"Did you see anything?"
"The room was too dark."
"But you felt something?"
"Hair; my knuckles, as I struck out—I am speaking of the second outrage—encountered a thick mass of hair."
"The body of some animal?"
"Probably the head."