Donovan Bayley, The Thrill Book (1919)
“ Standing halfway up the stairs, looking meditatively at him, very gravely, was a perfectly naked man, who, though he had never seen him before, seemed inexplicably familiar to him. He sat staring at him, his hands palm down on the tiles, the candle on his lap, unable to say anything, so much did he wonder. The other man, however, had evidently no such disability, for he spoke serenely, his eye on Mr. Panton. “What an odd creature!” he said. “I wonder why he was chosen for me?” “You!” said Panton. “You! Who are you?” ”
