Drink this." I dashed some brandy into the water, and the colour began to come back to his bloodless cheeks.
"That's better!" said he.

"And now, Doctor, perhaps you would kindly attend to my thumb, or rather to the place where my thumb used to be." He unwound the handkerchief and held out his hand.

It gave even my hardened nerves a shudder to look at it.

There were four protruding fingers and a horrid red, spongy surface where the thumb should have been.

It had been hacked or torn right out from the roots.
"Good heavens!" I cried, "this is a terrible injury.