If I had not been a good-natured person, I should be engaged, at the present moment, in turning out its furniture on to the beach." "What is your name ?" Mr.Fentolin asked suddenly.
"My name is Hamel--Richard Hamel." For several moments there was silence.

Mr.Fentolin was still leaning forward in his strange little vehicle.

The colour seemed to have left even his lips.

The hard glitter in his eyes had given place to an expression almost like fear.

He looked at Richard Hamel as though he were some strange sea-monster come up from underneath the sands.
"Richard Hamel," he repeated.