As he spoke, he whipped a tape measure and a large round magnifying
glass from his pocket. With these two implements he trotted
noiselessly about the room, sometimes stopping, occasionally kneeling,
and once lying flat upon his face. So engrossed was he with his
occupation that he appeared to have forgotten our presence, for he
chattered away to himself under his breath the whole time, keeping up a
running fire of exclamations, groans, whistles, and little cries
suggestive of encouragement and
of hope. As I watched him I was irresistibly reminded of a
pure-blooded, well-trained foxhound, as it dashes backward and forward
through the covert, whining in its eagerness, until it comes across the
lost scent.
(LET'S SEE YOU DO THAT, BENADRYL CUMMERBUND)
descensus Averno facilis est