‘This is all wrong,’ he thought. ‘If I turn round now it only shows that I’m afraid.’
And then he heard another figure speaking inside his head. ‘It’s just because you are afraid, that you can’t turn round and look.’
These different thoughts seemed to be fighting inside him.
Finally, Hewson turned his chair a little and looked behind him. Of the many figures standing there, the figure of the little doctor seemed the most important. Perhaps this was because a stronger light came down on the place where he stood. Hewson looked at the face so cleverly made in wax. His eyes met the figure’s eyes. He quickly turned away.
‘He’s only a waxwork, the same as the others.’ Hewson said quietly.
They were only waxwork, yes. But waxwork do not move. He didn’t see any of them moving. But he did think that now the figures in front of him seemed to be standing a little differently. Crippen was one. Was his body turned a little more to the left? ‘Or,’ he thought, ‘perhaps my chair isn’t quite in the same place after turning round.’
