his listened carefully for a few moments - and heard the sound of footsteps. he immediately got out of bed, took a small bottle out of his case, and opened the bedroom door.
he saw a terrible old man facing him in the pale moonlight. the old man's eyes were as fire, and he had long grey hair which fell over his shoulders. his clothes were in the style of an earlier century, and they were dirty and full of holes. heavy, rusty chains hung from his arms and lags.
'my dear sir,' said Mr. otis, ' you really must put some oil on those rusty chains. for that purpose i'm giving you a small bottle of smith's rising sum oil. according to the makes, you only have to use it once. it's quite famous in america. everybody uses it, and you will see that there are letters from well-known americans printed on the bottle.'