Pickering rose, seized his hat and turned toward the
shattered library-door. He paused for one moment, his
face livid with rage.
"You old fool!" he screamed at my grandfather.
"You old lunatic, I wish to God I had never seen you!
No wonder you came back to life! You're a tricky old
devil and too mean to die!"
He turned toward me with some similar complaint
ready at his tongue's end; but Stoddard caught him by
the shoulders and thrust him out upon the terrace.
A moment later we saw him cross the meadow and
hurry toward St. Agatha's.