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Dr. Kemp’s Visitor
"I'mrestlessto-night,"hesaidtohimself. Hewentbacktohisstudy,andthistimeattackedhisworkresolutely. Inalittlewhilehewashardatworkagain,andtheonlysoundsintheroomwerethetickingoftheclockandthesubduedshrillnessofhisquill,hurryingintheverycentreofthecircleoflighthislampshadethrewonhistable.
Itwastwoo'clockbeforeDr.Kemphadfinishedhisworkforthenight. Herose,yawned,andwentdownstairstobed. Hehadalreadyremovedhiscoatandvest,whenhenoticedthathewasthirsty. Hetookacandleandwentdowntothedining-roominsearchofasyphonandwhiskey.
Dr.Kemp'sscientificpursuitshavemadehimaveryobservantman,andasherecrossedthehall,henoticedadarkspotonthelinoleumnearthematatthefootofthestairs. Hewentonupstairs,andthenitsuddenlyoccurredtohimtoaskhimselfwhatthespotonthelinoleummightbe. Apparentlysomesubconsciouselementwasatwork. Atanyrate,heturnedwithhisburden,wentbacktothehall,putdownthesyphonandwhiskey,andbendingdown,touchedthespot. Withoutanygreatsurprisehefoundithadthestickinessandcolourofdryingblood.
Hetookuphisburdenagain,andreturnedupstairs,lookingabouthimandtryingtoaccountfortheblood-spot. Onthelandinghesawsomethingandstoppedastonished. Thedoor-handleofhisownroomwasblood-stained.
Helookedathisownhand. Itwasquiteclean,andthenherememberedthatthedoorofhisroomhadbeenopenwhenhecamedownfromhisstudy,andthatconsequentlyhehadnottouchedthehandleatall. Hewentstraightintohisroom,hisfacequitecalm—perhapsatriflemoreresolutethanusual. Hisglance,wanderinginquisitively,fellonthebed.