"Well, Doctor," said Jim, "this sort o' thing is too many for me. I gi'en it up. It's very interestin', I s'pose, but my head begins to spin, an' it seems to me it's gettin' out of order. Do ye see my har, Doctor?" said he, exposing the heavy shock that crowned his head. "Yes, I see it," replied the Doctor tartly. He thought he had shaken off his unpleasant visitor, and his return disturbed him. "Well, Doctor, that has all riz sence I come in here." "Are you sure?" inquired the Doctor, mollified in the presence of a fact that might prove to be of scientific interest. "I'd jest combed it when you come this mornin'. D'ye ever see anythin' like that? How am I goin' to git it down?" "Very singular," said the Doctor. "Yes, an' look here! D'ye see the har on the back o' my hand? That stands up jest the same. Why, Doctor, I feel like a hedgehog! What am I goin' to do?" "Why, this is really very interesting!" said the Doctor, taking out his note-book. "What is your name?" "Jim Fenton." "Age?" "Thirty or forty--somewhere along there." "H'm!" exclaimed the Doctor, writing out the whole reply. "Occupation?" "M.D., three C's, double X., two I's." "H'm! What do you do?" "Trap, mostly." "Religious?" "When I'm skeered." "Nativity?" "Which?" "What is your parentage? Where were you born?" "Well, my father was an Englishman, my mother was a Scotchman, I was born in Ireland, raised in Canady, and have lived for ten year in Number Nine." "How does your head feel now?" "It feels as if every har was a pin. Do you s'pose it'll strike in?" The Doctor looked him over as if he were a bullock, and went on with his statistics: "Weight, about two hundred pounds; height, six feet two; temperament, sanguine-bilious." "Some time when you are in Sevenoaks," said the Doctor, slipping his pencil into its sheath in his note-book, and putting his book in his pocket, "come and see me." "And stay all night?" inquired Jim, innocently. "I'd like to see the case again," said Dr. Radcliffe, nodding. "I shall not detain you long. The matter has a certain scientific interest." "Well, good-bye, Doctor," said Jim, holding down his hair. "I'm off for Number Nine. I'm much obleeged for lettin' me go round with ye; an' I never want to go agin."