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"
Thank
you
,
you
have
gone
rather
too
far
to
stop
.
"
"
It
is
quite
certain
that
when
Mrs.
Barclay
left
the
house
at
half-past
seven
she
was
on
good
terms
with
her
husband
.
She
was
never
,
as
I
think
I
have
said
,
ostentatiously
affectionate
,
but
she
was
heard
by
the
coachman
chatting
with
the
colonel
in
a
friendly
fashion
.
Now
,
it
was
equally
certain
that
,
immediately
on
her
return
,
she
had
gone
to
the
room
in
which
she
was
least
likely
to
see
her
husband
,
had
flown
to
tea
as
an
agitated
woman
will
,
and
finally
,
on
his
coming
in
to
her
,
had
broken
into
violent
recriminations
.
Therefore
something
had
occurred
between
seven-thirty
and
nine
o'clock
which
had
completely
altered
her
feelings
towards
him
.
But
Miss
Morrison
had
been
with
her
during
the
whole
of
that
hour
and
a
half
.
It
was
absolutely
certain
,
therefore
,
in
spite
of
her
denial
,
that
she
must
know
something
of
the
matter
.
"
My
first
conjecture
was
that
possibly
there
had
been
some
passages
between
this
young
lady
and
the
old
soldier
,
which
the
former
had
now
confessed
to
the
wife
.
That
would
account
for
the
angry
return
,
and
also
for
the
girl
's
denial
that
anything
had
occurred
.
Nor
would
it
be
entirely
incompatible
with
most
of
the
words
overheard
.
But
there
was
the
reference
to
David
,
and
there
was
the
known
affection
of
the
colonel
for
his
wife
to
weigh
against
it
,
to
say
nothing
of
the
tragic
intrusion
of
this
other
man
,
which
might
,
of
course
,
be
entirely
disconnected
with
what
had
gone
before
.
It
was
not
easy
to
pick
one
's
steps
,
but
,
on
the
whole
,
I
was
inclined
to
dismiss
the
idea
that
there
had
been
anything
between
the
colonel
and
Miss
Morrison
,
but
more
than
ever
convinced
that
the
young
lady
held
the
clue
as
to
what
it
was
which
had
turned
Mrs.
Barclay
to
hatred
of
her
husband
.
I
took
the
obvious
course
,
therefore
,
of
calling
upon
Miss
M.
,
of
explaining
to
her
that
I
was
perfectly
certain
that
she
held
the
facts
in
her
possession
,
and
of
assuring
her
that
her
friend
,
Mrs.
Barclay
,
might
find
herself
in
the
dock
upon
a
capital
charge
unless
the
matter
were
cleared
up
.
"
Miss
Morrison
is
a
little
ethereal
slip
of
a
girl
,
with
timid
eyes
and
blond
hair
,
but
I
found
her
by
no
means
wanting
in
shrewdness
and
common
sense
.
She
sat
thinking
for
some
time
after
I
had
spoken
,
and
then
,
turning
to
me
with
a
brisk
air
of
resolution
,
she
broke
into
a
remarkable
statement
which
I
will
condense
for
your
benefit
.
"
'
I
promised
my
friend
that
I
would
say
nothing
of
the
matter
,
and
a
promise
is
a
promise
,
"
said
she
;
'
but
if
I
can
really
help
her
when
so
serious
a
charge
is
laid
against
her
,
and
when
her
own
mouth
,
poor
darling
,
is
closed
by
illness
,
then
I
think
I
am
absolved
from
my
promise
.
I
will
tell
you
exactly
what
happened
upon
Monday
evening
.
"
'
We
were
returning
from
the
Watt
Street
Mission
about
a
quarter
to
nine
o'clock
.
On
our
way
we
had
to
pass
through
Hudson
Street
,
which
is
a
very
quiet
thoroughfare
.
There
is
only
one
lamp
in
it
,
upon
the
left-hand
side
,
and
as
we
approached
this
lamp
I
saw
a
man
coming
towards
us
with
his
back
very
bent
,
and
something
like
a
box
slung
over
one
of
his
shoulders
.
He
appeared
to
be
deformed
,
for
he
carried
his
head
low
and
walked
with
his
knees
bent
.
We
were
passing
him
when
he
raised
his
face
to
look
at
us
in
the
circle
of
light
thrown
by
the
lamp
,
and
as
he
did
so
he
stopped
and
screamed
out
in
a
dreadful
voice
,
"
My
God
,
it
's
Nancy
!
"
Mrs.
Barclay
turned
as
white
as
death
and
would
have
fallen
down
had
the
dreadful-looking
creature
not
caught
hold
of
her
.
I
was
going
to
call
for
the
police
,
but
she
,
to
my
surprise
,
spoke
quite
civilly
to
the
fellow
.
"
'
"
I
thought
you
had
been
dead
this
thirty
years
,
Henry
,
"
said
she
in
a
shaking
voice
.
