V. V.'s Eyes
"Permit! Ought to have asked why we applaud them, court them, envy them--"
"'Shameless homicides'!--and he calls it mild! Now, here, honor bright--"
"It's what they are--and more! You ask me if I know these people personally? I reply that in the truest sense I do know 'em, very well, for I've made a study of the type, d'you see?..."
Then the office door from the hall opened about a foot, a fat head in a gaunt bonnet protruded through the crevice, having rather a decapitated look, and a deep inflectionless voice said:
"Excuse me introodin', Doctor, I'm sure, but your sick here raskin' me kin they see you soon."
"In five minutes precisely ..."
Morning sunshine streamed through the unwashen windows. V. Vivian had risen in the ardor of his argument. Quite a different-looking man from the Commissioner he was observed to be, tall where the Commissioner was thick, eager where