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Stagg found himself at 17 Wilby-crescent, a little later in a kind of queer museum at the back of Gilbert's consulting rooms, where he had the opportunity of seeing certain strange objects that appealed to his natural curiosity. They were skeletons of animals and queer objects in bottles of spirits, amazing charts, and, in fact, all the odds and ends that go to make up the sanctum of a man of science. Stagg was not accustomed to feel himself a minor object in the scheme of creation, but he seemed to dwarf now both mentally and physically in the presence of all this scientific learning. He was quite glad presently when the door opened and Gilbert beamed on him behind those gold-rimmed spectacles of his.
"Well, here we are again," Stagg said genially. "I have come to worry you once more."