“Why?”
“I thought the creature was living in pain.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I heard a moaning—”
“Where?”
“In the building behind your house.”
“You heard the wind in the trees.”
“Nothing of the sort. Are your chemical experiments ever made on animals?”
The doctor parried that direct attack, without giving ground by so much as a hair’s breadth.
“What did I say when I gave you your letter of introduction?” he asked. “I said, A mad bull is nothing to my friend, if you speak to him of Vivisection. Now I have something more to tell you. I am like my friend.” He waited a little. “Will that do?” he asked.