"How? In what way, exactly?"
Julian hesitated.
"It's difficult to say," he answered. "Awfully difficult to put such a thing into words. He interested me. I felt that he had a great power of intellect, or of will, or something. But in every way he suggested a bad, a damnably bad, character. A woman said to me once about him that it was like an emanation."
"Ah!"
The doctor finished his gruel and put down the basin on the table beside him.
"By the way, where did Marr live? Anywhere in my direction? Would he, for instance, go home from Piccadilly, or the theatres, by Regent Street?"
"I don't know at all where he lived."
"Have you ever seen him with animals,—with dogs, for instance?"
"No."
"If he had been as evil as you suppose, any dog would have avoided him."