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Chapter III. The Night Of The Tragedy

           

           “DoyouknowwhatIthink?”

           “What?”

           “Listen!”Ilookedround,theotherswereoutofearshot.Iloweredmyvoicetoawhisper.“Ibelieveshehasbeenpoisoned!I’mcertainDr.Bauersteinsuspectsit.”

           “What?”Sheshrankagainstthewall,thepupilsofhereyesdilatingwildly.Then,withasuddencrythatstartledme,shecriedout:“No,no—notthat—notthat!”Andbreakingfromme,fledupthestairs.Ifollowedher,afraidthatshewasgoingtofaint.Ifoundherleaningagainstthebannisters,deadlypale.Shewavedmeawayimpatiently.

           “No,no—leaveme.I’dratherbealone.Letmejustbequietforaminuteortwo.Godowntotheothers.”

           Iobeyedherreluctantly.JohnandLawrencewereinthedining-room.Ijoinedthem.Wewereallsilent,butIsupposeIvoicedthethoughtsofusallwhenIatlastbrokeitbysaying:

           “WhereisMr.Inglethorp?”

           Johnshookhishead.

           “He’snotinthehouse.”

           Oureyesmet.WherewasAlfredInglethorp?Hisabsencewasstrangeandinexplicable.IrememberedMrs.Inglethorp’sdyingwords.Whatlaybeneaththem?Whatmorecouldshehavetoldus,ifshehadhadtime?

           Atlastweheardthedoctorsdescendingthestairs.Dr.Wilkinswaslookingimportantandexcited,andtryingtoconcealaninwardexultationunderamannerofdecorouscalm.Dr.Bauersteinremainedinthebackground,hisgravebeardedfaceunchanged.Dr.Wilkinswasthespokesmanforthetwo.HeaddressedhimselftoJohn:

           “Mr.Cavendish,Ishouldlikeyourconsenttoapost-mortem.

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