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Was
this
the
same
Moreau
?
He
had
published
some
very
astonishing
facts
in
connection
with
the
transfusion
of
blood
,
and
in
addition
was
known
to
be
doing
valuable
work
on
morbid
growths
.
Then
suddenly
his
career
was
closed
.
He
had
to
leave
England
.
A
journalist
obtained
access
to
his
laboratory
in
the
capacity
of
laboratory-assistant
,
with
the
deliberate
intention
of
making
sensational
exposures
;
and
by
the
help
of
a
shocking
accident
(
if
it
was
an
accident
)
,
his
gruesome
pamphlet
became
notorious
.
On
the
day
of
its
publication
a
wretched
dog
,
flayed
and
otherwise
mutilated
,
escaped
from
Moreau
's
house
.
It
was
in
the
silly
season
,
and
a
prominent
editor
,
a
cousin
of
the
temporary
laboratory-assistant
,
appealed
to
the
conscience
of
the
nation
.
It
was
not
the
first
time
that
conscience
has
turned
against
the
methods
of
research
.
The
doctor
was
simply
howled
out
of
the
country
.
It
may
be
that
he
deserved
to
be
;
but
I
still
think
that
the
tepid
support
of
his
fellow-investigators
and
his
desertion
by
the
great
body
of
scientific
workers
was
a
shameful
thing
.
Yet
some
of
his
experiments
,
by
the
journalist
's
account
,
were
wantonly
cruel
.
He
might
perhaps
have
purchased
his
social
peace
by
abandoning
his
investigations
;
but
he
apparently
preferred
the
latter
,
as
most
men
would
who
have
once
fallen
under
the
overmastering
spell
of
research
.
He
was
unmarried
,
and
had
indeed
nothing
but
his
own
interest
to
consider
.
I
felt
convinced
that
this
must
be
the
same
man
.
Everything
pointed
to
it
.
It
dawned
upon
me
to
what
end
the
puma
and
the
other
animals
--
which
had
now
been
brought
with
other
luggage
into
the
enclosure
behind
the
house
--
were
destined
;
and
a
curious
faint
odour
,
the
halitus
of
something
familiar
,
an
odour
that
had
been
in
the
background
of
my
consciousness
hitherto
,
suddenly
came
forward
into
the
forefront
of
my
thoughts
.
It
was
the
antiseptic
odour
of
the
dissecting-room
.
I
heard
the
puma
growling
through
the
wall
,
and
one
of
the
dogs
yelped
as
though
it
had
been
struck
Yet
surely
,
and
especially
to
another
scientific
man
,
there
was
nothing
so
horrible
in
vivisection
as
to
account
for
this
secrecy
;
and
by
some
odd
leap
in
my
thoughts
the
pointed
ears
and
luminous
eyes
of
Montgomery
's
attendant
came
back
again
before
me
with
the
sharpest
definition
.
I
stared
before
me
out
at
the
green
sea
,
frothing
under
a
freshening
breeze
,
and
let
these
and
other
strange
memories
of
the
last
few
days
chase
one
another
through
my
mind
.
What
could
it
all
mean
?
A
locked
enclosure
on
a
lonely
island
,
a
notorious
vivisector
,
and
these
crippled
and
distorted
men
?
Montgomery
interrupted
my
tangle
of
mystification
and
suspicion
about
one
o'clock
,
and
his
grotesque
attendant
followed
him
with
a
tray
bearing
bread
,
some
herbs
and
other
eatables
,
a
flask
of
whiskey
,
a
jug
of
water
,
and
three
glasses
and
knives
.
I
glanced
askance
at
this
strange
creature
,
and
found
him
watching
me
with
his
queer
,
restless
eyes
.
Montgomery
said
he
would
lunch
with
me
,
but
that
Moreau
was
too
preoccupied
with
some
work
to
come
.
"
Moreau
!
"
said
I.
"
I
know
that
name
.
"
"
The
devil
you
do
!
"
said
he
.
"
What
an
ass
I
was
to
mention
it
to
you
!
I
might
have
thought
.
Anyhow
,
it
will
give
you
an
inkling
of
our
--
mysteries
.
Whiskey
?
"
"
No
,
thanks
;
I
'm
an
abstainer
.
"
"
I
wish
I
'd
been
.
But
it
's
no
use
locking
the
door
after
the
steed
is
stolen
.
It
was
that
infernal
stuff
which
led
to
my
coming
here
,
--
that
,
and
a
foggy
night
.
I
thought
myself
in
luck
at
the
time
,
when
Moreau
offered
to
get
me
off
.
It
's
queer
--
"
