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Chapter 2
WithintenseeffortJonesistodayabletorecallasuddenburstingofhisfear-paralysisintotheliberationoffrenziedautomaticflight. Whatheevidentlydidmusthaveparalleledcuriouslythewild,plungingflightsofmaddestnightmares; forheseemstohaveleapedacrossthedisorderedcryptatalmostasinglebound,yankedopentheoutsidedoor,whichclosedandlockeditselfafterhimwithaclatter,sprungupthewornstonestepsthreeatatime,andracedfranticallyandaimlesslyoutofthatdankcobblestonedcourtandthroughthesqualidstreetsofSouthwark.
Herethememoryends. Jonesdoesnotknowhowhegothome,andthereisnoevidenceofhishavinghiredacab. Probablyheracedallthewaybyblindinstinct—overWaterlooBridge,alongtheStrandandCharingCross,andupHaymarketandRegentStreettohisownneighbourhood. Hestillhadonthequeermélangeofmuseumcostumeswhenhegrewconsciousenoughtocallthedoctor.
Aweeklaterthenervespecialistsallowedhimtoleavehisbedandwalkintheopenair.
Buthehadnottoldthespecialistsmuch. Overhiswholeexperiencehungapallofmadnessandnightmare,andhefeltthatsilencewastheonlycourse. Whenhewasup,hescannedintentlyallthepaperswhichhadaccumulatedsincethathideousnight,butfoundnoreferencetoanythingqueeratthemuseum.
