Chapter 11 Chapter Ten The Cry of the Living

As I approached the room, I saw that the light was shining from the open door of my house; then I heard Montgomery's voice calling "Prandik", which was the orange light from the light. From the darkness on the sides of the rectangle.I kept on running.After a while, I heard his cry again.I replied weakly: "Hey!" In a blink of an eye, I had already staggered and ran in front of him. "Where have you been?" he said, holding me at arm's length so that the light from the room fell on my face. "The two of us have been so busy that we didn't think of you until half an hour ago."

He led me into the house and helped me sit down on the table and chair.For a moment my eyes were blinded by the light in the room. "We figured you'd start exploring our little island without telling us," he said.Then he added: "I'm so worried! But?? What?? Hello!" The last bit of my remaining strength also leaked from me, and my head drooped forward, leaning against my chest.He gave me some brandy, and I think he took some gratifying relief at the effect of the stuff. "For God's sake," I said, "lock the door." "You've come across something strange about us, huh?" he said.

He locked the door and turned to me again.He asked me no more questions, poured me more brandy and water, and forced me to eat something.I was literally paralyzed there.He mumbled that he forgot to warn me, and simply asked me when I left the room and what I had seen.I, too, answered briefly, in broken and staccato terms. "Tell me what's going on," I said, and I was going crazy. "It's nothing to be afraid of," he said, "but I think you've had enough of it all day." The mountain leopard suddenly There was a sharp howl of pain.At the cry, he cursed under his breath. "If this place isn't as bad as High Worth Street—and the cats, to hell with it," he said.

"Montgomery," I said, "what is it that is following me? A beast, or a man?" "If you don't sleep tonight," he said, "you'll be out of your mind tomorrow." I stood up and stood in front of him. "What the hell is that thing following me?" I asked. He looked me straight in the eye, mouth twisted.His eyes, which had been so bright a minute ago, were now dark and glazed. "From your description," he said, "I think it's a monster." I just felt a burst of strong irritation spontaneously, and then retreated instantly.I slumped down on the chair again, holding my forehead tightly with both hands.The mountain leopard started screaming again and Montgomery turned around behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. "I say, Planck!" he said,

"I didn't send you adrift on our stupid island. But things ain't as bad as you think, man. Your nerves are wrecked. I'll give you something to sleep on. This ?? It can let you sleep for hours without waking up. Nothing else, you have to sleep, otherwise, don’t look for me if something happens.” I didn't answer.I bowed my head forward and covered my face with my hands.After a while, he came back, holding a small measuring cup containing a black liquid, and handed it to me.I drank it obediently, and he helped me into the hammock. When I awoke, it was broad daylight.I lay on my back for a while, looking at the roof above me, and saw that the rafters were all made of ship's hull timbers.I turned my head again and saw that the food prepared for me had been laid out on the table.I felt so hungry that I was about to climb out of the hammock, but the hammock, anticipating my intention, curled up in perfect harmony and bounced me to the ground on all fours.

I got up and sat down before the meal.I just felt my head was heavy, and at first I only vaguely remembered what happened the night before.Through the glassless windows, the morning breeze blows in, refreshing and refreshing.This morning breeze, and this food, work together to form a feeling of delicious food, warm clothes and comfortable life that I have ever experienced.A moment later the inner door to the paddock courtyard opened behind me, and I turned to see Montgomery's face. "Ready?" he said. "I'm very busy." He closed the door again.I found out later that he forgot to lock the door.

I thought again of the look on his face the night before.Thinking of this, the memory of the whole experience reappeared in front of my eyes again.When that fear came back to me, there was another scream from within.But this time it was no longer the scream of the mountain leopard. I put down the food that hadn't been put into my mouth between hesitation and listened.Except for the whispers of the morning breeze, there was no sound.I gradually felt that my ears were not hearing properly. After a long pause, I ate again, but I still listened carefully with my ears pricked up. After a while, I heard another very weak and low voice. I seemed to be like a statue from the fetus. Sitting there motionless though the voice was weak and low, it moved me more deeply than all the repulsive voices I had heard from behind the walls until now.For the vague, intermittent voice, this time it will never be misheard.There was no doubt that the voice did come from there.The sound was a moan.The unbearable sobs and gasps of excruciating pain made the moans intermittent.This time it is definitely not a beast, but a living person who is suffering and suffering!

When I realized this, I stood up immediately, crossed the room in three steps, grabbed the handle of the door leading to the inner courtyard, and slammed the door open. "Prandik, you! Don't come in!" cried Montgomery, blocking the way.A startled deerhound barks.I saw brown tails in the sewage tank, and some scarlet blood, and I smelled the special smell of carbolic acid.Through an open doorway farther on, in the dim light of the shadows, I saw something painfully bound to a rack, terrified, bright red, and bound with bandages.Then a figure appeared to block these, revealing the pale, terrible face of old Moreau.

In an instant, he had firmly grasped my shoulder with his blood-stained hand, twisting me so that I staggered, my feet couldn't help it, and I fell back into my room headlong.He carried me like a child.I fell to the ground on my back, and the door slammed shut, covering his extremely angry face.Then I heard the sound of locking and Montgomery's persuasive voice. "Wrecking a life's work!" I heard Moreau say. "He doesn't understand yet," Montgomery said.He also said some other things, but he couldn't hear clearly. "But I don't have time for that," said Moreau.

I heard nothing else.I got up, and stood there trembling, mingled with those most terrible doubts and uneasiness in my mind.Is it possible, I thought, to perform vivisection on a living person?This question was like a flash of lightning piercing through the dark clouds and rolling sky.Suddenly, my suspicious panic gathered into a living sense of reality: I was in danger.