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How
long
I
slept
I
do
not
know
,
but
it
was
quite
dark
when
I
awoke
.
Confused
by
the
chlorodyne
which
I
had
taken
,
I
lay
motionless
in
a
semi
-
conscious
state
.
The
great
room
with
its
high
walls
covered
with
books
loomed
darkly
all
round
me
.
A
dim
radiance
from
the
moonlight
came
through
the
farther
window
,
and
against
this
lighter
background
I
saw
that
Sir
John
Bollamore
was
sitting
at
his
study
table
.
His
well
-
set
head
and
clearly
cut
profile
were
sharply
outlined
against
the
glimmering
square
behind
him
.
He
bent
as
I
watched
him
,
and
I
heard
the
sharp
turning
of
a
key
and
the
rasping
of
metal
upon
metal
.
As
if
in
a
dream
I
was
vaguely
conscious
that
this
was
the
japanned
box
which
stood
in
front
of
him
,
and
that
he
had
drawn
something
out
of
it
,
something
squat
and
uncouth
,
which
now
lay
before
him
upon
the
table
.
I
never
realized
—
it
never
occurred
to
my
bemuddled
and
torpid
brain
that
I
was
intruding
upon
his
privacy
,
that
he
imagined
himself
to
be
alone
in
the
room
.
And
then
,
just
as
it
rushed
upon
my
horrified
perceptions
,
and
I
had
half
risen
to
announce
my
presence
,
I
heard
a
strange
,
crisp
,
metallic
clicking
,
and
then
the
voice
.
Yes
,
it
was
a
woman
’
s
voice
;
there
could
not
be
a
doubt
of
it
.
But
a
voice
so
charged
with
entreaty
and
with
yearning
love
,
that
it
will
ring
for
ever
in
my
ears
.
It
came
with
a
curious
faraway
tinkle
,
but
every
word
was
clear
,
though
faint
—
very
faint
,
for
they
were
the
last
words
of
a
dying
woman
.
"
I
am
not
really
gone
,
John
,
"
said
the
thin
,
gasping
voice
.
"
I
am
here
at
your
very
elbow
,
and
shall
be
until
we
meet
once
more
.
I
die
happy
to
think
that
morning
and
night
you
will
hear
my
voice
.
Oh
,
John
,
be
strong
,
be
strong
,
until
we
meet
again
.
"
I
say
that
I
had
risen
in
order
to
announce
my
presence
,
but
I
could
not
do
so
while
the
voice
was
sounding
.
I
could
only
remain
half
lying
,
half
sitting
,
paralysed
,
astounded
,
listening
to
those
yearning
distant
musical
words
.
And
he
—
he
was
so
absorbed
that
even
if
I
had
spoken
he
might
not
have
heard
me
.
But
with
the
silence
of
the
voice
came
my
half
articulated
apologies
and
explanations
.
He
sprang
across
the
room
,
switched
on
the
electric
light
,
and
in
its
white
glare
I
saw
him
,
his
eyes
gleaming
with
anger
,
his
face
twisted
with
passion
,
as
the
hapless
charwoman
may
have
seen
him
weeks
before
.
"
Mr
.
Colmore
!
"
he
cried
.
"
You
here
!
What
is
the
meaning
of
this
,
sir
?
"
With
halting
words
I
explained
it
all
,
my
neuralgia
,
the
narcotic
,
my
luckless
sleep
and
singular
awakening
.
As
he
listened
the
glow
of
anger
faded
from
his
face
,
and
the
sad
,
impassive
mask
closed
once
more
over
his
features
.
"
My
secret
is
yours
,
Mr
.
Colmore
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
have
only
myself
to
blame
for
relaxing
my
precautions
.
Half
confidences
are
worse
than
no
confidences
,
and
so
you
may
know
all
since
you
know
so
much
.
The
story
may
go
where
you
will
when
I
have
passed
away
,
but
until
then
I
rely
upon
your
sense
of
honour
that
no
human
soul
shall
hear
it
from
your
lips
.
I
am
proud
still
—
God
help
me
!
—
or
,
at
least
,
I
am
proud
enough
to
resent
that
pity
which
this
story
would
draw
upon
me
.
I
have
smiled
at
envy
,
and
disregarded
hatred
,
but
pity
is
more
than
I
can
tolerate
.
"
You
have
heard
the
source
from
which
the
voice
comes
—
that
voice
which
has
,
as
I
understand
,
excited
so
much
curiosity
in
my
household
.
