"Not quite so many books, but a goodly amount," Horace replied with a humble chuckle, thought, truth be told, two large crates had been brought with him, and another was due to follow by the end of summer. "Unfortunately, my dear, the books are all written in either Sanskrit and Hindi, which I fortunately was able to study in depth whilst there, in India. There are a few books, which describe the interactions of the Hindoo gods and goddess, which you may find amusing. Perhaps I'll try my hand at translating some for you, would you like that?"
The subject of the attacks brought a sudden shift in emotion, from pleasant to grave. "Nasty bit of business. Yes, two. I believe, however, we can rule out the possibility that it was a werewolf. The second attack came after the full moon. I tried looking through some of my books for a clue, but I don't have much to go on for my search."