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Jan turned quickly about, animated with a sudden hope. The Major, however, had evidently not uttered the arresting word. He was staring with an expression of questioning astonishment, at some object at the further end of the room. Jan followed his glance and beheld Dr. Culgin, who stood between the parted curtains of an alcove, in which the Major usually kept screened from public gaze the couch chair he used when his enemy, the gout, had laid him low.
Dr. Culgin's pig-like little eyes were glinting wickedly. His cheeks were screwed up and supported with a hundred wrinkles. His lips were parted in a determined snarl, showing his long narrow teeth set like fangs in his upper jaw.