Burnham moved toward the door, but Prescott stood his
ground with a peculiar air of defiance. Then he took my arm and
started rather precipitately, I thought, to leave.
"Come, come," said somebody behind us, "enough of the dramatics."
It was Kennedy, who had been bending down, listening to the
muttering of the old man.
"Look at those eyes of Mr. Haswell," he said. "What colour are they?"
We looked. They were blue.
"Down in the parlour," continued Kennedy leisurely, "you will find
a portrait of the long deceased Mrs. Haswell. If you will examine
that painting you will see that her eyes are also a peculiarly
limpid blue. o couple with blue eyes ever had a black-eyed child.
At least, if this is such a case, the Carnegie Institution
investigators would be glad to hear of it, for it is contrary to
all that they have discovered on the subject after years of study of
eugenics. Dark-eyed couples may have light-eyed children, but the
reverse, never. What do you say to that, madame?"
"You lie," screamed the woman, rushing frantically past us. "I am
his daughter. No interlopers shall separate us. Father!"
The old man moved feebly away from her.
"Send for Dr. Scott again," she demanded. "See if he cannot be
found.
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