“Who is he?” cried Moreau, and looked round at their faces, cracking his whip. I fancied the hyena-swine looked dejected, so too did the leopard-man. Moreau stopped, facing this creature, who cringed towards him with the memory and dread of infinite torment.

“Who is he?” repeated Moreau, in a voice of thunder.

“Evil is he who breaks the law,” chanted the sayer of the law.

Moreau looked into the eyes of the leopard-man, and seemed to be dragging the very soul out of the creature.

“Who breaks the law⁠—” said Moreau, taking his eyes off his victim, and turning towards us (it seemed to me there was a touch of exultation in his voice).

“Goes back to the house of pain,” they all clamoured⁠—“goes back to the house of pain, O master!”

“Back to the house of pain⁠—back to the house of pain,” gabbled the ape-man, as though the idea was sweet to him.