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"
'
In
a
most
extraordinary
fashion
.
A
letter
arrived
for
my
father
yesterday
evening
,
bearing
the
Fordingham
postmark
.
My
father
read
it
,
clapped
both
his
hands
to
his
head
,
and
began
running
round
the
room
in
little
circles
like
a
man
who
has
been
driven
out
of
his
senses
.
When
I
at
last
drew
him
down
on
to
the
sofa
,
his
mouth
and
eyelids
were
all
puckered
on
one
side
,
and
I
saw
that
he
had
a
stroke
.
Dr.
Fordham
came
over
at
once
.
We
put
him
to
bed
,
but
the
paralysis
has
spread
,
he
has
shown
no
sign
of
returning
consciousness
,
and
I
think
that
we
shall
hardly
find
him
alive
.
'
"
'
You
horrify
me
,
Trevor
!
"
I
cried
.
'
What
then
could
have
been
in
this
letter
to
cause
so
dreadful
a
result
?
'
"
'
Nothing
.
There
lies
the
inexplicable
part
of
it
.
The
message
was
absurd
and
trivial
.
Ah
,
my
God
,
it
is
as
I
feared
!
'
"
As
he
spoke
we
came
round
the
curve
of
the
avenue
and
saw
in
the
fading
light
that
every
blind
in
the
house
had
been
drawn
down
.
As
we
dashed
up
to
the
door
,
my
friend
's
face
convulsed
with
grief
,
a
gentleman
in
black
emerged
from
it
.
"
'
When
did
it
happen
,
doctor
?
"
asked
Trevor
.
"
'
Almost
immediately
after
you
left
.
'
"
'
Did
he
recover
consciousness
?
'
"
'
For
an
instant
before
the
end
.
'
"
'
Any
message
for
me
?
'
"
'
Only
that
the
papers
were
in
the
back
drawer
of
the
Japanese
cabinet
.
'
