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Her
voice
was
enough
to
show
me
what
she
thought
.
But
granting
that
our
employer
led
a
double
and
dubious
life
,
who
could
she
be
,
this
mysterious
woman
who
kept
him
company
in
the
old
tower
?
I
knew
from
my
own
inspection
how
bleak
and
bare
a
room
it
was
.
She
certainly
did
not
live
there
.
But
in
that
case
where
did
she
come
from
?
It
could
not
be
anyone
of
the
household
.
They
were
all
under
the
vigilant
eyes
of
Mrs
.
Stevens
.
The
visitor
must
come
from
without
.
But
how
?
And
then
suddenly
I
remembered
how
ancient
this
building
was
,
and
how
probable
that
some
mediaeval
passage
existed
in
it
.
There
is
hardly
an
old
castle
without
one
.
The
mysterious
room
was
the
basement
of
the
turret
,
so
that
if
there
were
anything
of
the
sort
it
would
open
through
the
floor
.
There
were
numerous
cottages
in
the
immediate
vicinity
.
The
other
end
of
the
secret
passage
might
lie
among
some
tangle
of
bramble
in
the
neighbouring
copse
.
I
said
nothing
to
anyone
,
but
I
felt
that
the
secret
of
my
employer
lay
within
my
power
.
And
the
more
convinced
I
was
of
this
the
more
I
marvelled
at
the
manner
in
which
he
concealed
his
true
nature
.
Often
as
I
watched
his
austere
figure
,
I
asked
myself
if
it
were
indeed
possible
that
such
a
man
should
be
living
this
double
life
,
and
I
tried
to
persuade
myself
that
my
suspicions
might
after
all
prove
to
be
ill
-
founded
.
But
there
was
the
female
voice
,
there
was
the
secret
nightly
rendezvous
in
the
turret
-
chamber
—
how
could
such
facts
admit
of
an
innocent
interpretation
.
I
conceived
a
horror
of
the
man
.
I
was
filled
with
loathing
at
his
deep
,
consistent
hypocrisy
.
Only
once
during
all
those
months
did
I
ever
see
him
without
that
sad
but
impassive
mask
which
he
usually
presented
towards
his
fellow
-
man
.
For
an
instant
I
caught
a
glimpse
of
those
volcanic
fires
which
he
had
damped
down
so
long
.
The
occasion
was
an
unworthy
one
,
for
the
object
of
his
wrath
was
none
other
than
the
aged
charwoman
whom
I
have
already
mentioned
as
being
the
one
person
who
was
allowed
within
his
mysterious
chamber
.
I
was
passing
the
corridor
which
led
to
the
turret
—
for
my
own
room
lay
in
that
direction
—
when
I
heard
a
sudden
,
startled
scream
,
and
merged
in
it
the
husky
,
growling
note
of
a
man
who
is
inarticulate
with
passion
.
It
was
the
snarl
of
a
furious
wild
beast
.
Then
I
heard
his
voice
thrilling
with
anger
.
"
You
would
dare
!
"
he
cried
.
"
You
would
dare
to
disobey
my
directions
!
"
An
instant
later
the
charwoman
passed
me
,
flying
down
the
passage
,
white
-
faced
and
tremulous
,
while
the
terrible
voice
thundered
behind
her
.
"
Go
to
Mrs
.
Stevens
for
your
money
!
Never
set
foot
in
Thorpe
Place
again
!
"
Consumed
with
curiosity
,
I
could
not
help
following
the
woman
,
and
found
her
round
the
corner
leaning
against
the
wall
and
palpitating
like
a
frightened
rabbit
.
"
What
is
the
matter
,
Mrs
.
Brown
?
"
I
asked
.
"
It
’
s
master
!
"
she
gasped
.
"
Oh
,
’
ow
’
e
frightened
me
!
If
you
had
seen
’
is
eyes
,
Mr
.
Colmore
,
sir
.
I
thought
’
e
would
’
ave
been
the
death
of
me
.
"
"
But
what
had
you
done
?
"
"
Done
,
sir
!
Nothing
.
At
least
nothing
to
make
so
much
of
.
Just
laid
my
’
and
on
that
black
box
of
’
is
—
’
adn
’
t
even
opened
it
,
when
in
’
e
came
and
you
’
eard
the
way
’
e
went
on
.
I
’
ve
lost
my
place
,
and
glad
I
am
of
it
,
for
I
would
never
trust
myself
within
reach
of
’
im
again
.
"
