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Chapter III. The Night Of The Tragedy
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“Isthatnecessary?”askedJohngravely.Aspasmofpaincrossedhisface.
“Absolutely,”saidDr.Bauerstein.
“Youmeanbythat——?”
“ThatneitherDr.Wilkinsnormyselfcouldgiveadeathcertificateunderthecircumstances.”
Johnbenthishead.
“Inthatcase,Ihavenoalternativebuttoagree.”
“Thankyou,”saidDr.Wilkinsbriskly.“Weproposethatitshouldtakeplaceto-morrownight—orratherto-night.”Andheglancedatthedaylight.“Underthecircumstances,Iamafraidaninquestcanhardlybeavoided—theseformalitiesarenecessary,butIbegthatyouwon’tdistressyourselves.”
Therewasapause,andthenDr.Bauersteindrewtwokeysfromhispocket,andhandedthemtoJohn.
“Thesearethekeysofthetworooms.Ihavelockedthemand,inmyopinion,theywouldbebetterkeptlockedforthepresent.”
Thedoctorsthendeparted.
Ihadbeenturningoveranideainmyhead,andIfeltthatthemomenthadnowcometobroachit.YetIwasalittlecharyofdoingso.John,Iknew,hadahorrorofanykindofpublicity,andwasaneasygoingoptimist,whopreferrednevertomeettroublehalf-way.Itmightbedifficulttoconvincehimofthesoundnessofmyplan.Lawrence,ontheotherhand,beinglessconventional,andhavingmoreimagination,IfeltImightcountuponasanally.Therewasnodoubtthatthemomenthadcomeformetotakethelead.
“John,”Isaid,“Iamgoingtoaskyousomething
