CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Two candles were burning on the stand-up desk. Mr. Jones, tightly enfolded in an old but gorgeous blue silk dressing-gown, kept his elbows close against his sides and his hands deeply plunged into the extraordinarily deep pockets of the garment. The costume accentuated his emaciation. He resembled a painted pole leaning against the edge of the desk, with a dried head of dubious distinction stuck on the top of it. Ricardo lounged in the doorway. Indifferent in appearance to what was going on, he was biding his time. At a given moment, between two flickers of lightning, he melted out of his frame into the outer air. His disappearance was observed on the instant by Mr. Jones, who abandoned his nonchalant immobility against the desk, and made a few steps calculated to put him between Heyst and the doorway. 

"It's awfully close," he remarked 

Heyst, in the middle of the room, had made up his mind to speak plainly. 

"We haven't met to talk about the weather. You favoured me earlier in the day with a rather cryptic phrase about yourself. 'I am he that is,' you said. What does that mean?" 

Mr. Jones, without looking at Heyst, continued his absentminded movements till, attaining the desired position, he brought his shoulders with a thump against the wall near the door, and raised his head. In the emotion of the decisive moment his haggard face glistened with perspiration. Drops ran down his hollow cheeks and almost blinded the spectral eyes in their bony caverns. 
who asked Mr. Jones a question?
what was Mr. Jones wearing?
what color?
what is the phrase that he had said?
is that what Heyst was there about?
did he want to talk about other things as well?
what was running down Mr. Jones face?
what was on the stand up desk?
how many?
where were Mr. Jones' hands?
was this robe new?
what did he look like when he was leaning?
who disappeared?
how?
did Heyst want to beat around the bush or be direct?
Did Mr. Jones see Ricardo disappearing?
where in the room was Heyst when talking?
Where did Mr. Jones thump his shoulders?
Could he see well because of the perspiration?
how is his face described?
Heyst
Heyst, in the middle of the room, had made up his mind to speak plainly. 

"We haven't met to talk about the weather. You favoured me earlier in the day with a rather cryptic phrase about yourself. 'I am he that is,' you said. What does that mean
a dressing-gown
blue silk dressing-gown
blue
blue
'I am he that is,'
 'I am he that is,' you said. What does that mean?" 
yes
"We haven't met to talk about the weather. You favoured me earlier in the day with a rather cryptic phrase about yourself. 'I am he that is,' you said. What does that mean?" 
no
"We haven't met to talk about the weather. 
perspiration
 glistened with perspiration. Drops ran down his
candles
Two candles were burning on the stand-up desk
Two
Two 
hands were in the pockets of his robe
hands deeply plunged into the extraordinarily deep pockets of the garment
no
old but gorgeous
a painted pole
resembled a painted pole
Ricardo
 Ricardo lounged in the doorway. Indifferent in appearance to what was going on, he was biding his time
he melted out of his frame into the outer air
 he melted out of his frame into the outer air
he wanted to be direct
"We haven't met to talk about the weather. You favoured me earlier in the day with a rather cryptic phrase about yourself. 'I am he that is,' you said. What does that mean?" 
yes
His disappearance was observed on the instant by Mr. Jones
the middle
Heyst, in the middle of the room
against the wall near the door
against the wall near the door
no
 blinded the spectral eyes in their bony caverns.
as haggard
haggard face