Merrick looked at her sometimes

Merrick looked at her sometimes I gave him a card with my name on. Then I thought, ‘That was no good. This man techniques can't read. ’But Merrick took the card and looked at it very carefully. Then he put it in his trousers pocket.

I did not talk to him very much at the hospital. I looked at his head and arms and legs and body very carefully. Then I wrote the important things about him in a little book. A nurse helped me. Merrick looked at her sometimes, but she did not smile at him or talk to him. I think she was afraid of him. I think Merrick was afraid too, because he was very quiet.

At four o’clock I took him back to the shop in a cab. The next day I looked in the shop window again, but the picture was not there.