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Chapter 50

           Theydrewtheirchairsclosertogether,startingateverysound.Theyspokelittle,andthatinwhispers,andwereassilentandawe-strickenasiftheremainsofthemurderedwomanlayinthenextroom.

           Theyhadsatthus,sometime,whensuddenlywasheardahurriedknockingatthedoorbelow.

           ‘YoungBates,’saidKags,lookingangrilyround,tocheckthefearhefelthimself.

           Theknockingcameagain.No,itwasn’the.Heneverknockedlikethat.

           Crackitwenttothewindow,andshakingallover,drewinhishead.Therewasnoneedtotellthemwhoitwas;hispalefacewasenough.Thedogtoowasonthealertinaninstant,andranwhiningtothedoor.

           ‘Wemustlethimin,’hesaid,takingupthecandle.

           ‘Isn’tthereanyhelpforit?’askedtheothermaninahoarsevoice.

           ‘None.HeMUSTcomein.

           ‘Don’tleaveusinthedark,’saidKags,takingdownacandlefromthechimney-piece,andlightingit,withsuchatremblinghandthattheknockingwastwicerepeatedbeforehehadfinished.

           Crackitwentdowntothedoor,andreturnedfollowedbyamanwiththelowerpartofhisfaceburiedinahandkerchief,andanothertiedoverhisheadunderhishat.Hedrewthemslowlyoff.Blanchedface,sunkeneyes,hollowcheeks,beardofthreedays’growth,wastedflesh,shortthickbreath;itwastheveryghostofSikes.

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