Frankly I was afraid of the thing ambushed behind there in the skull of Mr.Mellaire.

One so as a matter of course identifies form and feature with the spirit within.

But I could not do this with the second mate.

His face and form and manner and suave ease were one thing, inside which he, an entirely different thing, lay hid.
I noticed Wada standing in the cabin door, evidently waiting to ask for instructions.

I nodded, and prepared to follow him inside.