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"
What
are
you
doing
here
,
Barrymore
?
"
"
Nothing
,
sir
.
"
His
agitation
was
so
great
that
he
could
hardly
speak
,
and
the
shadows
sprang
up
and
down
from
the
shaking
of
his
candle
.
"
It
was
the
window
,
sir
.
I
go
round
at
night
to
see
that
they
are
fastened
.
"
"
On
the
second
floor
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
all
the
windows
.
"
"
Look
here
,
Barrymore
,
"
said
Sir
Henry
,
sternly
;
"
we
have
made
up
our
minds
to
have
the
truth
out
of
you
,
so
it
will
save
you
trouble
to
tell
it
sooner
rather
than
later
.
Come
,
now
!
No
lies
!
What
were
you
doing
at
that
window
?
"
The
fellow
looked
at
us
in
a
helpless
way
,
and
he
wrung
his
hands
together
like
one
who
is
in
the
last
extremity
of
doubt
and
misery
.
"
I
was
doing
no
harm
,
sir
.
I
was
holding
a
candle
to
the
window
.
"
"
And
why
were
you
holding
a
candle
to
the
window
?
"
"
Do
n't
ask
me
,
Sir
Henry
--
do
n't
ask
me
!
I
give
you
my
word
,
sir
,
that
it
is
not
my
secret
,
and
that
I
can
not
tell
it
.
If
it
concerned
no
one
but
myself
I
would
not
try
to
keep
it
from
you
.
"
A
sudden
idea
occurred
to
me
,
and
I
took
the
candle
from
the
trembling
hand
of
the
butler
.
