returned to his work. Later, when she took in his tea, she saw broken glass in the corner of the room. She pointed at it. 'Put it on the bill,' he said. 'In God's name don't worry me! If there's damage done, put it on the bill.' And he went on with his writing. 'I'll tell you something,' said Fearenside. It was late in the afternoon, and they were in a little inn outside Iping. 'Well?' said Teddy Henfrey. 'This man you're speaking of, that my dog bit. Well — he's black. At least his legs are. I saw through the tear in his trousers and the tear in his glove. You'd have expected a sort of pink to show, wouldn't you? Well — there was just blackness. I tell you he's as black as my hat.' 'Good heavens!' said Henfrey. 'It's a very strange case indeed. Why, his nose is as pink as paint!' 'That's true,' said Fearenside. 'I know that. And I tell you what I'm thinking. That man's black here and white there - in pieces. And he daren't show it. He's a kind of half-breed. I've heard of such things before. And it's common with horses, as anyone can see.'
Chapter 4 Mr Cuss Talks to the Stranger
The stranger rarely left the inn by day, but in the evening he would go out, wrapped up to the eyes, whether the weather was cold or not, and he chose the loneliest paths. His glasses and bandaged face under his great black hat would appear suddenly out of the darkness to one or two workmen going home, and one night Teddy Henfrey, coming out of the Dog and Duck, was frightened by the stranger's white, round head (he was walking hat in hand) lit by the sudden light of the open inn door. It