'Don't call me your good woman,' said Mrs Hall. 'I've told you my money hasn't come.' 'Money indeed!' said Mrs Hall. 'Still, in my pocket—' 'You told me three days ago that you hadn't anything but a pound's worth of silver on you.' 'Well, I've found some more.' 'And where did you find that?' said Mrs Hall. He stamped his foot. 'What do you mean?' he said. 'I mean where did you find it?' said Mrs Hall. 'And before I take any money, or get any breakfasts, or do any such things, you must tell me one or two things that I don't understand, and that nobody understands, and that everybody is very anxious to understand. I want to know what you have been doing to my chair upstairs, and I want to know why you went out of your bedroom and how you got in again. Those who stay here come in by the doors — that's the rule of this house, and you didn't do that, and what I want to know is how you did come in. And I want to know—' Suddenly the stranger raised his gloved hands, stamped his foot, and said 'Stop!' so loudly that he silenced her at once. 'You don't understand,' he said, 'who I am or what I am. I'll show you. By heaven! I'll show you.' He put his open hand over his face and then took it away. His face became a black hole. 'Here,' he said. He stepped forward and handed Mrs Hall something which she, staring at his face, took without thinking. Then, when she saw what it was, she screamed loudly and dropped it. The nose — it was the stranger's nose, pink and shining! — rolled on the floor. Then he removed his glasses, and everyone in the bar breathed deeply. He took off his hat, and tore at his beard and bandages. It was worse than anything they had ever seen. Mrs Hall, open-mouthed with terror, ran to the door of the house.