He left the door of the Rolls open and came at us like a charging bull. My father, Doc Spencer and I stood close together in a little group, waiting for him. He started shouting at us the moment he got out of the car, and he went on shouting for a long time after that . I am sure you would like to know what he said, but I cannot possibly repeat it here. The language he used was so foul and filthy is scorched my earholes . Words came out of his mouth that I had never heard before and hope never to hear again . Little flecks of white foam began forming around his lips and running down his chin onto the yellow silk scarf.