Never have I seen the muscles of a man's mouth twitch so much, or a man's fingers look so like claws. If he had been stark raving mad he could not have given me a greater shock; and I stood there, feeling like a child that has seen something horrible on the stairs and does not know whether to go forward or to go back.
There was a minute when, seeing him clutch hold of the banister and fix his dreadful eyes on me, I thought he was going to strike me. He half raised his right arm, but let it drop quickly again and began to mumble something that I could not hear. His speech was thick like that of a drunken man, and vet I could have sworn that drink was not the matter with him. Quite otherwise, he appeared to be in great pain; and when he got his words out at last, they came with gasps like the words of a man suffering.
"Where's your shoddy baronet?" he asked.
"What's that?" said I.
"Your Nicolas Steele, card-sharper and thief?" he went on, and this took me more aback than if he'd hit me.
"Look here," said I, "you're a bold man, but if you don't want to be horsewhipped out of this hotel, don't say that twice."
"Then you mean to say that he isn't?"
"A hundred times! A more honorable gentleman doesn't breathe in Paris, and if it wasn't for the state you are in, young man, I'd let you know it too."
