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I
could
realize
from
the
heavy
breathing
of
my
companion
,
and
the
twitchings
of
the
hand
which
still
clutched
my
wrist
,
the
furious
indignation
which
filled
his
heart
as
he
saw
this
vandalism
in
the
quarter
of
all
others
where
he
could
least
have
expected
it
.
He
,
the
very
man
who
a
fortnight
before
had
reverently
bent
over
this
unique
relic
,
and
who
had
impressed
its
antiquity
and
its
sanctity
upon
us
,
was
now
engaged
in
this
outrageous
profanation
.
It
was
impossible
,
unthinkable
—
and
yet
there
,
in
the
white
glare
of
the
electric
light
beneath
us
,
was
that
dark
figure
with
the
bent
grey
head
,
and
the
twitching
elbow
.
What
inhuman
hypocrisy
,
what
hateful
depth
of
malice
against
his
successor
must
underlie
these
sinister
nocturnal
labours
.
It
was
painful
to
think
of
and
dreadful
to
watch
.
Even
I
,
who
had
none
of
the
acute
feelings
of
a
virtuoso
,
could
not
bear
to
look
on
and
see
this
deliberate
mutilation
of
so
ancient
a
relic
.
It
was
a
relief
to
me
when
my
companion
tugged
at
my
sleeve
as
a
signal
that
I
was
to
follow
him
as
he
softly
crept
out
of
the
room
.
It
was
not
until
we
were
within
his
own
quarters
that
he
opened
his
lips
,
and
then
I
saw
by
his
agitated
face
how
deep
was
his
consternation
.
"
The
abominable
Goth
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Could
you
have
believed
it
?
"
"
It
is
amazing
.
"
"
He
is
a
villain
or
a
lunatic
—
one
or
the
other
.
We
shall
very
soon
see
which
.
Come
with
me
,
Jackson
,
and
we
shall
get
to
the
bottom
of
this
black
business
.
"
A
door
opened
out
of
the
passage
which
was
the
private
entrance
from
his
rooms
into
the
museum
.
This
he
opened
softly
with
his
key
,
having
first
kicked
off
his
shoes
,
an
example
which
I
followed
.
We
crept
together
through
room
after
room
,
until
the
large
hall
lay
before
us
,
with
that
dark
figure
still
stooping
and
working
at
the
central
case
.
With
an
advance
as
cautious
as
his
own
we
closed
in
upon
him
,
but
softly
as
we
went
we
could
not
take
him
entirely
unawares
.
We
were
still
a
dozen
yards
from
him
when
he
looked
round
with
a
start
,
and
uttering
a
husky
cry
of
terror
,
ran
frantically
down
the
museum
.
"
Simpson
!
Simpson
!
"
roared
Mortimer
,
and
far
away
down
the
vista
of
electric
lighted
doors
we
saw
the
stiff
figure
of
the
old
soldier
suddenly
appear
.
Professor
Andreas
saw
him
also
,
and
stopped
running
,
with
a
gesture
of
despair
.
At
the
same
instant
we
each
laid
a
hand
upon
his
shoulder
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
gentlemen
,
"
he
panted
,
"
I
will
come
with
you
.
To
your
room
,
Mr
.
Ward
Mortimer
,
if
you
please
!
I
feel
that
I
owe
you
an
explanation
.
"
My
companion
’
s
indignation
was
so
great
that
I
could
see
that
he
dared
not
trust
himself
to
reply
.
We
walked
on
each
side
of
the
old
Professor
,
the
astonished
commissionaire
bringing
up
the
rear
.
When
we
reached
the
violated
case
,
Mortimer
stopped
and
examined
the
breastplate
.
Already
one
of
the
stones
of
the
lower
row
had
had
its
setting
turned
back
in
the
same
manner
as
the
others
.
My
friend
held
it
up
and
glanced
furiously
at
his
prisoner
.
"
How
could
you
!
"
he
cried
.
"
How
could
you
!
"
