the back of the enclosure, when I came out in the evening. The head was completely wrung off."
He gave a low whistle.
"And what is more, I have an idea which of your brutes did the thing. It's only a suspicion, you know. Before I came on the rabbit I saw one of your monsters drinking in the stream."
"Sucking his drink?"
"Yes."
"Not to suck your Drink; that is the Law. Much the brutes care for the Law, eh—when Moreau's not about?"
"It was the brute who chased me."
"Of course," said Montgomery; "it's just the way with carnivores. After a kill they drink. It's the taste of blood, you know.
"What was the brute like?" he asked. "Would you know him again?" He glanced about us, standing astride over the mess of dead rabbit, his eyes roving among the shadows and screens of greenery, the lurking-places and ambuscades of the forest, that bounded us in. "The taste of blood," he said again.
He took out his revolver, examined the cartridges in it, and replaced it. Then he began to pull at his dropping lip.
"I think I should know the brute again. I stunned him. He ought to have a handsome bruise on the forehead of him."
"But then we have to prove he killed the rabbit," said Montgomery. "I wish I'd never brought the things here."
I should have gone on, but he stayed there think-
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