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In
silence
we
arrived
at
the
door
of
the
shed
.
I
opened
it
and
we
passed
in
.
I
walked
over
to
the
body
,
and
gently
pulled
down
the
sheet
as
M
.
Bex
had
done
the
preceding
afternoon
.
A
little
gasping
sound
escaped
from
the
girl
’
s
lips
,
and
I
turned
and
looked
at
her
.
There
was
horror
on
her
face
now
,
and
those
debonair
high
spirits
of
hers
were
quenched
utterly
.
She
had
not
chosen
to
listen
to
my
advice
,
and
she
was
punished
now
for
her
disregard
of
it
.
I
felt
singularly
merciless
towards
her
.
She
should
go
through
with
it
now
.
I
turned
the
corpse
gently
over
.
“
You
see
,
”
I
said
,
“
he
was
stabbed
in
the
back
.
”
Her
voice
was
almost
soundless
.
“
With
what
?
”
I
nodded
towards
the
glass
jar
.
“
That
dagger
.
”
Suddenly
the
girl
reeled
,
and
then
sank
down
in
a
heap
.
I
sprang
to
her
assistance
.
“
You
are
faint
.
Come
out
of
here
.
It
has
been
too
much
for
you
.
”
“
Water
,
”
she
murmured
.
“
Quick
.
Water
.
…
”
I
left
her
,
and
rushed
into
the
house
.
