CHAPTER VIII

BHAG IT was a great orang-outang. Crouched as it was, gazing malignantly upon the visitor with its bead-like eyes, it stood over six feet in height. The hairy chest was enormous; the arms that almost touched the floor were as thick as an average man’s thigh. It wore, a pair of workman’s dark blue overalls, held in place by two straps that crossed the broad shoulders. “Bhag!” called Sir Gregory in a voice so soft that Michael could not believe it was the man’s own. “Come here.” The gigantic figure waddled across the…