"I am afraid we should have difficulty in keeping the young women from London, if they heard what I heard the night of my arrival." "Very terrible, was it ?" Dominey asked with a smile.
Parkins' expression remained immovable.

There was in his tone, however, a mute protest against his master's levity.
"The cries were the most terrible I have ever heard, sir," he said.

"I am not a nervous person, but I found them most disturbing." "Human or animal ?" "A mixture of both, I should say, sir." "You should camp out for the night on the skirts of an African forest," Dominey remarked.

"There you get a whole orchestra of wild animals, every one of them trying to freeze your blood up." "I was out in South Africa during the Boer War, sir," Parkins replied, "and I went big game hunting with my master afterwards.

I do not think that any animal was ever born in Africa with so terrifying a cry as we heard the night before last." "We must look into the matter," Dominey muttered.
"I have already prepared a bath, sir, at the end of the corridor," the man announced.