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With
a
very
faint
far-away
sound
of
a
snarl
he
turned
and
scratched
at
me
.
I
felt
blood
on
my
hand
.
I
rose
gently
and
came
over
to
the
bedside
.
Miss
Trelawny
,
too
,
had
stood
up
and
was
looking
behind
her
,
as
though
there
was
something
close
to
her
.
Her
eyes
were
wild
,
and
her
breast
rose
and
fell
as
though
she
were
fighting
for
air
.
When
I
touched
her
she
did
not
seem
to
feel
me
;
she
worked
her
hands
in
front
of
her
,
as
though
she
was
fending
off
something
.
There
was
not
an
instant
to
lose
.
I
seized
her
in
my
arms
and
rushed
over
to
the
door
,
threw
it
open
,
and
strode
into
the
passage
,
calling
loudly
:
"
Help
!
Help
!
"
In
an
instant
the
two
Detectives
,
Mrs.
Grant
,
and
the
Nurse
appeared
on
the
scene
.
Close
on
their
heels
came
several
of
the
servants
,
both
men
and
women
.
Immediately
Mrs.
Grant
came
near
enough
,
I
placed
Miss
Trelawny
in
her
arms
,
and
rushed
back
into
the
room
,
turning
up
the
electric
light
as
soon
as
I
could
lay
my
hand
on
it
.
Sergeant
Daw
and
the
Nurse
followed
me
.
We
were
just
in
time
.
Close
under
the
great
safe
,
where
on
the
two
successive
nights
he
had
been
found
,
lay
Mr.
Trelawny
with
his
left
arm
,
bare
save
for
the
bandages
,
stretched
out
.
Close
by
his
side
was
a
leaf-shaped
Egyptian
knife
which
had
lain
amongst
the
curios
on
the
shelf
of
the
broken
cabinet
.
Its
point
was
stuck
in
the
parquet
floor
,
whence
had
been
removed
the
blood-stained
rug
.
But
there
was
no
sign
of
disturbance
anywhere
;
nor
any
sign
of
any
one
or
anything
unusual
.
The
Policemen
and
I
searched
the
room
accurately
,
whilst
the
Nurse
and
two
of
the
servants
lifted
the
wounded
man
back
to
bed
;
but
no
sign
or
clue
could
we
get
.
Very
soon
Miss
Trelawny
returned
to
the
room
.
She
was
pale
but
collected
.
When
she
came
close
to
me
she
said
in
a
low
voice
:
"
I
felt
myself
fainting
.
I
did
not
know
why
;
but
I
was
afraid
!
"
The
only
other
shock
I
had
was
when
Miss
Trelawny
cried
out
to
me
,
as
I
placed
my
hand
on
the
bed
to
lean
over
and
look
carefully
at
her
father
:
"
You
are
wounded
.
Look
!
look
!
your
hand
is
bloody
.
There
is
blood
on
the
sheets
!
"
I
had
,
in
the
excitement
,
quite
forgotten
Silvio
's
scratch
.
As
I
looked
at
it
,
the
recollection
came
back
to
me
;
but
before
I
could
say
a
word
Miss
Trelawny
had
caught
hold
of
my
hand
and
lifted
it
up
.
When
she
saw
the
parallel
lines
of
the
cuts
she
cried
out
again
:
