He himself was unarmed.
'Will you be seated, sir?' inquired the man courteously enough. 'I must ask you to excuse me while I give Marco some directions for the setting of Khan's arm. The poor brute is suffering.'
O'Hara acquiesced. As Marco passed across the room in his master's wake, the visitor received one quick, full view of him and of his face. The man's singular pallor was explained, for Marco was an albino. He had removed his cap and disclosed a smooth, oval skull, sparsely covered with bristling white hairs.
By this more revealing light, his eyes, that had gleamed red in the shadow-shot gloom, were a reddish pink, and in that one clear glimpse of them O'Hara had a sickening notion that those eyes saw not out but inward. The pupils were like black pin-points.
The effect was as if the man had literally reversed his vision and contemplated not his outer surroundings but the secrets of his own stealthy soul. A childish and an unjust idea, for what had he against Marco save his unfortunate appearance?
Alone in the hall O'Hara looked about with a judging, curious eye. His first impression had been pleasant. The room was agreeably lighted by a hanging fixture, whose translucent, cream-colored globe diffused a mellow radiance. A log glowed in the depths of a fireplace of black dignity and size. The furniture, while severely plain, was good. There was certainly no hint of mystery or danger in that well-lighted, well-ordered, empty hall.
And yet as he stood there, O'Hara was again keenly conscious of the feeling he had experienced on entering the gate. It was as though the very atmosphere were charged with discomfort and some incomprehensible warning. It was indubitably charged beside with a faint but unpleasant odor. Very like it was that which troubled him. He wondered again if Reed kept other beasts than Khan on the premises, and if the bungalow mystery were not indeed near its solution.
A door opened and his host reentered.
'What? Still standing?' began the man, but Colin broke in on his hospitable protestations-which might have seemed more friendly had not that left hand remained in ambiguous concealment.
'I will not sit down. I am not fit to be seated on a decent chair, for I am mud and mold from the head to the feet of me.'
'And for that it seems that we-or rather Khan, is responsible. You must let me make amends, Mr. — '
'O'Hara,' supplied the other.
'My own name is Chester Reed. When you first came here, Mr. O'Hara, and from Marco's account, I believed that you had met Khan on the road and broken his arm with a club or bullet in an effort to capture him. Now I am inclined to believe that an explanation is due you. Before I offer it, would you give me an outline of exactly what occurred?'
Something about the man, or the tones of his voice, struck O'Hara as faintly familiar. Disagreeably familiar, too, as if the former association, if there had really been one, was of a distinctly unpleasant nature. Yet the name was new to him and the face called up no recollections. Doubtless the familiarity was no more than a resemblance to someone he had once known.
He began his narrative, but not until Reed had insisted that he be seated, mud or no mud, and had brought out a decanter, glasses, and a humidor of strong but good cigars.
For this service he used his right hand only. The left was still in his pocket. Colin began to believe his suspicions unjustified. Perhaps the man's hand was in some way deformed, and thus a mere personal habit, because he scowled over the inconvenience of his one-handed hospitality, and two or three times very obviously overcame an impulse to bring the left hand to the aid of its mate.
The tale ended, Reed shook his head with a frown of annoyance.
'This is the result of Marco's carelessness. He is an excellent trainer, but he will persist in regarding Genghis Khan as a human being rather than a monkey. I myself had no idea that Khan had a trace of viciousness. He is as gentle and tractable as a child, eats his meals at table, dresses himself in the morning, helps Marco with the other animals-in fact does everything human except read, write and talk. I suppose that in the woods Khan cast aside his clothes and his gentility together. I must congratulate you, Mr. O'Hara. I should not myself care to try a fall with Genghis Khan.'
'Have we met before, Mr. Reed?'
The irrelevant question took his host by surprise. For just an instant Colin thought that the lids behind the round lenses flickered curiously. Then he replied with a quietness tinged by natural surprise. 'I am sure we have not, Mr. O'Hara. You are not the sort of person whom one forgets.'
Colin met his quizzical smile and glanced down at himself ruefully.
'You may say so-but I'm not always the wild barbarian I do look just now. Your pet led me a wild dance and that's the truth. You spoke of other animals. Will you tell me this-what kind of beasts do you keep, and did one other of them break loose early in the summer?'
'Never!' Reed put a strong emphasis on the word which he seemed to regret, for he qualified it instantly. 'Never, that is, that I am aware of. I have a rather queer assortment, I'll admit. By methods of my own I breed and raise animals which I intend later to dispose of to menageries, museums, and the like. That is my business.
'But all precautions are taken, and there is no more danger than there might be in connection with any ordinary menagerie or breeding farm. That is what this place really is-a stock farm. Only, instead of cows and sheep we handle-more peculiar beasts. But there are none of them large enough or savage enough to do any particular harm if they did break loose-and they are all shut behind bars and strong fences.'
'Genghis Khan?' suggested O'Hara, with a lift of his red brows.
'I have explained that. Hereafter Khan will not be given so much liberty. Some time, if you care to come around by daylight, I shall be glad to show you over my place. It is a privilege I extend to few, but — '
Breaking off in the midst of speech, Reed grasped the arm of his chair with his free hand and half rose with an indistinct ejaculation.
Somewhere-though it was hard to say from what direction-there had begun a peculiar groaning sound. The very floor quivered to its vibration, and Colin was momentarily conscious of a strange feeling of nausea. The sound persisted for perhaps ten seconds, then ceased as abruptly as it had begun.
There followed a sudden patter of feet across the floor of the room over their heads, a faint scream-that was a woman's voice. Colin sprang to his feet, bewildered, but with an innate conviction that something had gone very much wrong somewhere. Reed, however, laid a staying hand on his arm.
'Do not disturb yourself, I beg. That voice-I may as well tell you, as you will hear of it perhaps from other sources. I live here alone with Marco and-my daughter. She is-deranged. There! It is a painful subject, and the great sorrow of my life, but such things are given us to endure by God, or Providence, or whatever arbitrary force rules the universe. She cannot bear my poor animals, and will often scream like that at a noise from the cages or yards.'
As he spoke, the expression of almost savage impatience which twisted Reed's features had faded and smoothed into one of deep and painful sadness.
Colin stared.
'Was that first noise made by one of your beasts, then? 'Twould be a queer animal with a voice like that. I'd like to see the creature.'
'That noise?' Reed looked oddly uneasy. 'I really couldn't say, Mr. O'Hara. It might have been Marco dragging around one of the small cages-or a box. Yes,' he continued with more assurance, 'he probably dragged some heavy box across the floor. But my poor daughter takes alarm at the most innocent sounds.'
It was on O'Hara's tongue to ask why, if the proximity of the beasts so distressed his daughter, Reed did not send her away to a sanatorium or asylum. But he repressed the question. After all, it was no affair of his. Instead, he said gravely:
'You have my sympathy, sir, and I understand your feelings entirely. But as to the invitation, 'twould give me pleasure to visit you on some other day and in a manner more formal.'
'If you feel yourself to have been injured by Genghis Khan, or if he damaged your property in any way, I shall be glad to — '
'Nothing of the sort. I more than squared accounts with the poor ape in person. To tell the truth, there's a deal of time on my hands now, and I've a fancy for animals. Would it trouble you should I run over tomorrow afternoon?'
