“You did! What was he like then, as a wrestler?”
“Good, I believe. I am no judge. He was very quick and slippery and full of electric fire. It is a remarkable thing, what a curious sort of fluid force they seem to have in them, those people—not like a human grip—like a polyp—”
“I should imagine so,” he said, “to look at them. They repel me, rather.”
“Repel and attract, both. They are very repulsive when they are cold, and they look grey. But when they are hot and roused, there is a definite attraction—a curious kind of full electric fluid—like eels.”
The man brought in the tray and set it down.
“Don’t come in any more,” said Gerald.