So he opens his dressing-case and crops his hair in no time, and takes off his whiskers next.

The fire was out, and he had to shave in cold water.

What with that, and what with the flurry of his mind, naturally enough he cut himself--" "And dried the blood with his nightgown ?" says I.
"With his nightgown," repeated Mr.Dark.

"It was the first thing that lay handy, and he snatched it up.

Wait a bit, though; the cream of the thing is to come.