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Chapter III. The Night Of The Tragedy
Inglethorp’sowndoctor,aportly,fussylittleman,camebustlingin.
InafewwordsDr.Bauersteinexplainedhowhehadhappenedtobepassingthelodgegatesasthecarcameout,andhadrunuptothehouseasfastashecould,whilstthecarwentontofetchDr.Wilkins.Withafaintgestureofthehand,heindicatedthefigureonthebed.
“Ve—rysad.Ve—rysad,”murmuredDr.Wilkins.“Poordearlady.Alwaysdidfartoomuch—fartoomuch—againstmyadvice.Iwarnedher.Herheartwasfarfromstrong.‘Takeiteasy,’Isaidtoher,‘Take—it—easy’.Butno—herzealforgoodworkswastoogreat.Naturerebelled.Na—ture—re—belled.”
Dr.Bauerstein,Inoticed,waswatchingthelocaldoctornarrowly.Hestillkepthiseyesfixedonhimashespoke.
“Theconvulsionswereofapeculiarviolence,Dr.Wilkins.Iamsorryyouwerenothereintimetowitnessthem.Theywerequite—tetanicincharacter.”
“Ah!”saidDr.Wilkinswisely.
“Ishouldliketospeaktoyouinprivate,”saidDr.Bauerstein.HeturnedtoJohn.“Youdonotobject?”
“Certainlynot.”
Wealltroopedoutintothecorridor,leavingthetwodoctorsalone,andIheardthekeyturnedinthelockbehindus.
Wewentslowlydownthestairs.Iwasviolentlyexcited.Ihaveacertaintalentfordeduction,andDr.Bauerstein’smannerhadstartedaflockofwildsurmisesinmymind.MaryCavendishlaidherhanduponmyarm.
“Whatisit?WhydidDr.Bauersteinseemso—peculiar?”
Ilookedather.
