I will waste no more words.

His name--" Syme half rose from his seat, his finger firm on the trigger.
"His name is Gogol," said the President.

"He is that hairy humbug over there who pretends to be a Pole." Gogol sprang to his feet, a pistol in each hand.

With the same flash three men sprang at his throat.

Even the Professor made an effort to rise.