He looked about and shivered.
"I don't like this place," said Caroline.
A light suddenly flared and blazed as a door opened and thought-fingers reached out to them, thoughts that were kindly and definitely human:
"Do you seek someone here?”
Chapter Twelve
Startled, they swung around. A stooped old man stood in a tiny doorway that opened from the hall — an old man who, while he was human, seemed not quite human. His head was large and his chest bulged out grotesquely. He stood on trembly pipestem legs and his arms were alarmingly long and skinny.
A long white beard swept over his chest, but his great domed head was innocent of even a single hair. Across the space that separated them, Gary felt the force of piercing eyes that stared out from under shaggy eyebrows.
"We're looking for someone," said Gary, "to give us information.”
"Come in," shrieked the thought of the old man. "Come in. Do you want me to catch my death of cold holding the door open for you?”
Gary grasped Caroline by the hand. "Come on," he said.