for as i beheld this creature , as i saw him turn his head again in that odd way , very like a doll made of wooden parts , i knew that this was not the man at all speaking to us , but something inside of him which had gamed possession of him , and at the moment of recognition , i perceived the true antoine fontenay trapped within this body , unable to command his vocal chords any longer , and peering out at me with terrified eyes .