His body was bare save for the wet trousers that clung to him. His hair wet to drying stuck out like horns from his head. His expression was an unpleasant grin, by reason of the krees he held between his teeth, and he was bleeding from an ugly wound in his cheek. The remaining 20% is an escaped slave who comes through the window: “In another moment a hairy brown hand had appeared and clutched the balcony railings, and in another the face of the Malay was peering through these at the man on the couch.
He tried to read, even tried to write a little, but most of the time he looked out of the window.” In that opening paragraph we have 80% of Rear Window. There he lay, a live–even a feverish man down to the loins, and below that a double-barrelled mummy swathed in white wrappings.
Wells begins with: “After his legs were set, they carried Bailey into the study and put him on a couch before the open window. Wells’ “Through a Window”, which he wrote in 1894.
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