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It
is
a
spirit
,
and
we
make
no
use
of
such
things
.
"
"
What
!
You
would
allow
your
wife
to
go
through
an
operation
without
an
anaesthetic
?
"
"
Ah
!
she
will
feel
nothing
,
poor
soul
.
The
deep
sleep
has
already
come
on
,
which
is
the
first
working
of
the
poison
.
And
then
I
have
given
her
of
our
Smyrna
opium
.
Come
,
sir
,
for
already
an
hour
has
passed
.
"
As
they
stepped
out
into
the
darkness
,
a
sheet
of
rain
was
driven
in
upon
their
faces
,
and
the
hall
lamp
,
which
dangled
from
the
arm
of
a
marble
Caryatid
,
went
out
with
a
fluff
.
Pim
,
the
butler
,
pushed
the
heavy
door
to
,
straining
hard
with
his
shoulder
against
the
wind
,
while
the
two
men
groped
their
way
towards
the
yellow
glare
which
showed
where
the
cab
was
waiting
.
An
instant
later
they
were
rattling
upon
their
journey
.
"
Is
it
far
?
"
asked
Douglas
Stone
.
"
Oh
,
no
.
We
have
a
very
little
quiet
place
off
the
Euston
Road
.
"
The
surgeon
pressed
the
spring
of
his
repeater
and
listened
to
the
little
tings
which
told
him
the
hour
.
It
was
a
quarter
past
nine
.
He
calculated
the
distances
,
and
the
short
time
which
it
would
take
him
to
perform
so
trivial
an
operation
.
He
ought
to
reach
Lady
Sannox
by
ten
o
’
clock
.
Through
the
fogged
windows
he
saw
the
blurred
gas
lamps
dancing
past
,
with
occasionally
the
broader
glare
of
a
shop
front
.
The
rain
was
pelting
and
rattling
upon
the
leathern
top
of
the
carriage
,
and
the
wheels
swashed
as
they
rolled
through
puddle
and
mud
.
Opposite
to
him
the
white
headgear
of
his
companion
gleamed
faintly
through
the
obscurity
.
The
surgeon
felt
in
his
pockets
and
arranged
his
needles
,
his
ligatures
and
his
safety
-
pins
,
that
no
time
might
be
wasted
when
they
arrived
.
He
chafed
with
impatience
and
drummed
his
foot
upon
the
floor
.
But
the
cab
slowed
down
at
last
and
pulled
up
.
In
an
instant
Douglas
Stone
was
out
,
and
the
Smyrna
merchant
’
s
toe
was
at
his
very
heel
.
"
You
can
wait
,
"
said
he
to
the
driver
.
