"I heard rather a curious story of a murder as I came down to Weymouth in the train."
"It's a sort of talk I do not care for."
"No. Perhaps not; but this was rather a singular tale. It was about a murder which took place the other day at Exeter."
Mr. Howitt started.
"At Exeter?"
"Yes; at Exeter."
The stranger stood up. As he did so, one realised how grotesquely unwieldy was his bulk. It seemed to be as much as he could do to move. The three pockets in the front of his overcoat were protected by buttoned flaps. He undid the buttons. As he did so the flaps began to move. Something peeped out Then hideous things began to creep from his pockets— efts, newts, lizards, various crawling creatures. Mr. Howitt's eyes ceased to stray. They were fastened on the crawling creatures. The hideous things wriggled and writhed in all directions over the stranger. The huge man gave himself a shake. They all fell from him to the floor. They lay for a second as if stupefied by the fall Then they began to move to all four quarters of the room. Mr. Howitt drew his legs under his chair.
"Pretty creatures, aren't they?" said the stranger. "I like to carry them about with me wherever I go. Don't let them touch you. Some of them are nasty if they bite."
Mr. Howitt tucked his long legs still further under his chair. He regarded the creatures which were wriggling on the floor with a degree of aversion which was painful to witness. The stranger went on.
