He waited patiently a few moments and then his choler began to rise.
"If you're in such a blamed hurry to go fishing, why don't you get rid of me now ?" he asked.
The shoulders shook gently and there was a chuckling laugh.

The man laid down his test tube and swung around on his stool.
For a moment Mr.Merrick recoiled.

The face was seared with livid scars, the nose crushed to one side, the mouth crooked and set in a sneering grin.

One eye was nearly closed and the other round and wide open.

A more forbidding and ghastly countenance Mr.Merrick had never beheld and in his surprise he muttered a low exclamation.
"Exactly," said Gys, his voice quiet and pleasant.