Готель з привидами
Chapter XXIV
Ashelookedoutagainattheview,therewasasoftknockatthedoor.Hehastenedtoopenit—andcheckedhimselfintheact.Adoubtoccurredtohim.Wasitthemanagerwhohadknocked?Hecalledout,’Whoisthere?’
ThevoiceofAgnesansweredhim.’Haveyouanythingtotellme,Henry?’
Hewashardlyabletoreply.’Notjustnow,’hesaid,confusedly.’ForgivemeifIdon’topenthedoor.Iwillspeaktoyoualittlelater.’
Thesweetvoicemadeitselfheardagain,pleadingwithhimpiteously.’Don’tleavemealone,Henry!Ican’tgobacktothehappypeopledownstairs.’
Howcouldheresistthatappeal?Heheardhersigh—heheardtherustlingofherdressasshemovedawayindespair.Theverythingthathehadshrunkfromdoingbutafewminutessincewasthethingthathedidnow!HejoinedAgnesinthecorridor.Sheturnedassheheardhim,andpointed,trembling,inthedirectionoftheclosedroom.’Isitsoterribleasthat?’sheaskedfaintly.
Heputhisarmroundhertosupporther.Athoughtcametohimashelookedather,waitingindoubtandfearforhisreply.’YoushallknowwhatIhavediscovered,’hesaid,’ifyouwillfirstputonyourhatandcloak,andcomeoutwithme.’
Shewasnaturallysurprised.’Canyoutellmeyourobjectingoingout?’sheasked.
Heownedwhathisobjectwasunreservedly.’Iwant,beforeallthings,’hesaid,’tosatisfyyourmindandmine,onthesubjectofMontbarry’sdeath.Iamgoingtotakeyoutothedoctorwhoattendedhiminhisillness,andtotheconsulwhofollowedhimtothegrave
