"Not a picture, scarcely a carpet, uncomfortable chairs--nothing but bones and skeletons and mummies and dried-up animals.

A man with tastes like this, Mr.Quest, must have a very different outlook upon life from ordinary human beings." Quest nodded.
"He generally has," he admitted.

"Here comes our host, any way." A small motor-car passed the window, driven by Craig.

The Professor descended.

A moment or two later he entered the room.