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A
hammock
was
slung
across
the
darker
corner
of
the
room
,
and
a
small
unglazed
window
defended
by
an
iron
bar
looked
out
towards
the
sea
.
This
the
white-haired
man
told
me
was
to
be
my
apartment
;
and
the
inner
door
,
which
"
for
fear
of
accidents
,
"
he
said
,
he
would
lock
on
the
other
side
,
was
my
limit
inward
.
He
called
my
attention
to
a
convenient
deck-chair
before
the
window
,
and
to
an
array
of
old
books
,
chiefly
,
I
found
,
surgical
works
and
editions
of
the
Latin
and
Greek
classics
(
languages
I
can
not
read
with
any
comfort
)
,
on
a
shelf
near
the
hammock
.
He
left
the
room
by
the
outer
door
,
as
if
to
avoid
opening
the
inner
one
again
.
"
We
usually
have
our
meals
in
here
,
"
said
Montgomery
,
and
then
,
as
if
in
doubt
,
went
out
after
the
other
.
"
Moreau
!
"
I
heard
him
call
,
and
for
the
moment
I
do
not
think
I
noticed
.
Then
as
I
handled
the
books
on
the
shelf
it
came
up
in
consciousness
:
Where
had
I
heard
the
name
of
Moreau
before
?
I
sat
down
before
the
window
,
took
out
the
biscuits
that
still
remained
to
me
,
and
ate
them
with
an
excellent
appetite
.
Moreau
!
Through
the
window
I
saw
one
of
those
unaccountable
men
in
white
,
lugging
a
packing-case
along
the
beach
.
Presently
the
window-frame
hid
him
.
Then
I
heard
a
key
inserted
and
turned
in
the
lock
behind
me
.
After
a
little
while
I
heard
through
the
locked
door
the
noise
of
the
staghounds
,
that
had
now
been
brought
up
from
the
beach
.
They
were
not
barking
,
but
sniffing
and
growling
in
a
curious
fashion
.
I
could
hear
the
rapid
patter
of
their
feet
,
and
Montgomery
's
voice
soothing
them
.
I
was
very
much
impressed
by
the
elaborate
secrecy
of
these
two
men
regarding
the
contents
of
the
place
,
and
for
some
time
I
was
thinking
of
that
and
of
the
unaccountable
familiarity
of
the
name
of
Moreau
;
but
so
odd
is
the
human
memory
that
I
could
not
then
recall
that
well-known
name
in
its
proper
connection
.
From
that
my
thoughts
went
to
the
indefinable
queerness
of
the
deformed
man
on
the
beach
.
I
never
saw
such
a
gait
,
such
odd
motions
as
he
pulled
at
the
box
.
I
recalled
that
none
of
these
men
had
spoken
to
me
,
though
most
of
them
I
had
found
looking
at
me
at
one
time
or
another
in
a
peculiarly
furtive
manner
,
quite
unlike
the
frank
stare
of
your
unsophisticated
savage
.
Indeed
,
they
had
all
seemed
remarkably
taciturn
,
and
when
they
did
speak
,
endowed
with
very
uncanny
voices
.
What
was
wrong
with
them
?
Then
I
recalled
the
eyes
of
Montgomery
's
ungainly
attendant
.
Just
as
I
was
thinking
of
him
he
came
in
.
He
was
now
dressed
in
white
,
and
carried
a
little
tray
with
some
coffee
and
boiled
vegetables
thereon
.
I
could
hardly
repress
a
shuddering
recoil
as
he
came
,
bending
amiably
,
and
placed
the
tray
before
me
on
the
table
.
Then
astonishment
paralysed
me
.
Under
his
stringy
black
locks
I
saw
his
ear
;
it
jumped
upon
me
suddenly
close
to
my
face
.
The
man
had
pointed
ears
,
covered
with
a
fine
brown
fur
!
"
Your
breakfast
,
sair
,
"
he
said
.
I
stared
at
his
face
without
attempting
to
answer
him
.
He
turned
and
went
towards
the
door
,
regarding
me
oddly
over
his
shoulder
.
I
followed
him
out
with
my
eyes
;
and
as
I
did
so
,
by
some
odd
trick
of
unconscious
cerebration
,
there
came
surging
into
my
head
the
phrase
,
"
The
Moreau
Hollows
"
--
was
it
?
"
The
Moreau
--
"
Ah
!
It
sent
my
memory
back
ten
years
.
"
The
Moreau
Horrors
!
"
The
phrase
drifted
loose
in
my
mind
for
a
moment
,
and
then
I
saw
it
in
red
lettering
on
a
little
buff-coloured
pamphlet
,
to
read
which
made
one
shiver
and
creep
.
Then
I
remembered
distinctly
all
about
it
.
That
long-forgotten
pamphlet
came
back
with
startling
vividness
to
my
mind
.
I
had
been
a
mere
lad
then
,
and
Moreau
was
,
I
suppose
,
about
fifty
,
--
a
prominent
and
masterful
physiologist
,
well-known
in
scientific
circles
for
his
extraordinary
imagination
and
his
brutal
directness
in
discussion
.
