"Shall I call it 'him'? Was it a man?" answered Emily. "Rather a monster, no more than half-human."
"It had the form of a man," said Shagarach, "as I felt it through the glass."
Rachel was busy bandaging his cuts with plaster during this conversation, but they bled through, calling for the surgeon's thread.
"But it snarled like a tiger," said the mother.
"Oh the wild, blue eyes! They were staring at me through the cleft of the draperies. And the demon leer, and the forehead, retreating like a frog's——"
"It is the oaf I passed on the pier," cried Shagarach, interrupting Emily. "We have found Mr. Skull-and-Crossbones."
"Oaf? What is oaf?" asked the mother.
"An idiot, a monster."
She shuddered.
"A man of that description cannot long elude search," said the son in a more hopeful tone.