Almost as he spoke, the creature crouched for a spring.

There was wild hatred in its close-set eyes, the snarl of something fiend-like in its contorted mouth.

Quest slipped quickly through the door.
"Any one may have that for a pet!" he remarked grimly.

"Come, Lenora, there's a word or two to be said to the Professor.

There's something here will need a little explanation." He lit a cigar as they struggled back along the path.