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I
asked
the
Nurse
if
she
wanted
anything
.
I
noticed
that
she
had
a
vinaigrette
in
her
lap
.
Doubtless
she
,
too
,
had
felt
some
of
the
influence
which
had
so
affected
me
.
She
said
that
she
had
all
she
required
,
but
that
if
she
should
want
anything
she
would
at
once
let
me
know
.
I
wished
to
keep
her
from
noticing
my
respirator
,
so
I
went
to
the
chair
in
the
shadow
where
her
back
was
toward
me
.
Here
I
quietly
put
it
on
,
and
made
myself
comfortable
.
For
what
seemed
a
long
time
,
I
sat
and
thought
and
thought
.
It
was
a
wild
medley
of
thoughts
,
as
might
have
been
expected
from
the
experiences
of
the
previous
day
and
night
.
Again
I
found
myself
thinking
of
the
Egyptian
smell
;
and
I
remember
that
I
felt
a
delicious
satisfaction
that
I
did
not
experience
it
as
I
had
done
.
The
respirator
was
doing
its
work
.
It
must
have
been
that
the
passing
of
this
disturbing
thought
made
for
repose
of
mind
,
which
is
the
corollary
of
bodily
rest
,
for
,
though
I
really
can
not
remember
being
asleep
or
waking
from
it
,
I
saw
a
vision
--
I
dreamed
a
dream
,
I
scarcely
know
which
.
I
was
still
in
the
room
,
seated
in
the
chair
.
I
had
on
my
respirator
and
knew
that
I
breathed
freely
.
The
Nurse
sat
in
her
chair
with
her
back
toward
me
.
She
sat
quite
still
.
The
sick
man
lay
as
still
as
the
dead
.
It
was
rather
like
the
picture
of
a
scene
than
the
reality
;
all
were
still
and
silent
;
and
the
stillness
and
silence
were
continuous
Outside
,
in
the
distance
I
could
hear
the
sounds
of
a
city
,
the
occasional
roll
of
wheels
,
the
shout
of
a
reveller
,
the
far-away
echo
of
whistles
and
the
rumbling
of
trains
.
The
light
was
very
,
very
low
;
the
reflection
of
it
under
the
green-shaded
lamp
was
a
dim
relief
to
the
darkness
,
rather
than
light
.
The
green
silk
fringe
of
the
lamp
had
merely
the
colour
of
an
emerald
seen
in
the
moonlight
.
The
room
,
for
all
its
darkness
,
was
full
of
shadows
.
It
seemed
in
my
whirling
thoughts
as
though
all
the
real
things
had
become
shadows
--
shadows
which
moved
,
for
they
passed
the
dim
outline
of
the
high
windows
.
Shadows
which
had
sentience
.
I
even
thought
there
was
sound
,
a
faint
sound
as
of
the
mew
of
a
cat
--
the
rustle
of
drapery
and
a
metallic
clink
as
of
metal
faintly
touching
metal
.
I
sat
as
one
entranced
.
At
last
I
felt
,
as
in
nightmare
,
that
this
was
sleep
,
and
that
in
the
passing
of
its
portals
all
my
will
had
gone
.
All
at
once
my
senses
were
full
awake
.
A
shriek
rang
in
my
ears
.
The
room
was
filled
suddenly
with
a
blaze
of
light
.
There
was
the
sound
of
pistol
shots
--
one
,
two
;
and
a
haze
of
white
smoke
in
the
room
.
When
my
waking
eyes
regained
their
power
,
I
could
have
shrieked
with
horror
myself
at
what
I
saw
before
me
.
The
sight
which
met
my
eyes
had
the
horror
of
a
dream
within
a
dream
,
with
the
certainty
of
reality
added
.
The
room
was
as
I
had
seen
it
last
;
except
that
the
shadowy
look
had
gone
in
the
glare
of
the
many
lights
,
and
every
article
in
it
stood
stark
and
solidly
real
.
By
the
empty
bed
sat
Nurse
Kennedy
,
as
my
eyes
had
last
seen
her
,
sitting
bolt
upright
in
the
arm-chair
beside
the
bed
.
She
had
placed
a
pillow
behind
her
,
so
that
her
back
might
be
erect
;
but
her
neck
was
fixed
as
that
of
one
in
a
cataleptic
trance
.
She
was
,
to
all
intents
and
purposes
,
turned
into
stone
.
There
was
no
special
expression
on
her
face
--
no
fear
,
no
horror
;
nothing
such
as
might
be
expected
of
one
in
such
a
condition
.
Her
open
eyes
showed
neither
wonder
nor
interest
.
She
was
simply
a
negative
existence
,
warm
,
breathing
,
placid
;
but
absolutely
unconscious
of
the
world
around
her
.
The
bedclothes
were
disarranged
,
as
though
the
patient
had
been
drawn
from
under
them
without
throwing
them
back
.
The
corner
of
the
upper
sheet
hung
upon
the
floor
;
close
by
it
lay
one
of
the
bandages
with
which
the
Doctor
had
dressed
the
wounded
wrist
.
Another
and
another
lay
further
along
the
floor
,
as
though
forming
a
clue
to
where
the
sick
man
now
lay
.
This
was
almost
exactly
where
he
had
been
found
on
the
previous
night
,
under
the
great
safe
.
Again
,
the
left
arm
lay
toward
the
safe
.
But
there
had
been
a
new
outrage
,
an
attempt
had
been
made
to
sever
the
arm
close
to
the
bangle
which
held
the
tiny
key
.
A
heavy
"
kukri
"
knife
--
one
of
the
leaf-shaped
knives
which
the
Gurkhas
and
others
of
the
hill
tribes
of
India
use
with
such
effect
--
had
been
taken
from
its
place
on
the
wall
,
and
with
it
the
attempt
had
been
made
.
It
was
manifest
that
just
at
the
moment
of
striking
,
the
blow
had
been
arrested
,
for
only
the
point
of
the
knife
and
not
the
edge
of
the
blade
had
struck
the
flesh
.
As
it
was
,
the
outer
side
of
the
arm
had
been
cut
to
the
bone
and
the
blood
was
pouring
out
.
In
addition
,
the
former
wound
in
front
of
the
arm
had
been
cut
or
torn
about
terribly
,
one
of
the
cuts
seemed
to
jet
out
blood
as
if
with
each
pulsation
of
the
heart
.
By
the
side
of
her
father
knelt
Miss
Trelawny
,
her
white
nightdress
stained
with
the
blood
in
which
she
knelt
.
In
the
middle
of
the
room
Sergeant
Daw
,
in
his
shirt
and
trousers
and
stocking
feet
,
was
putting
fresh
cartridges
into
his
revolver
in
a
dazed
mechanical
kind
of
way
.
His
eyes
were
red
and
heavy
,
and
he
seemed
only
half
awake
,
and
less
than
half
conscious
of
what
was
going
on
around
him
.
Several
servants
,
bearing
lights
of
various
kinds
,
were
clustered
round
the
doorway
.
As
I
rose
from
my
chair
and
came
forward
,
Miss
Trelawny
raised
her
eyes
toward
me
.
When
she
saw
me
she
shrieked
and
started
to
her
feet
,
pointing
towards
me
.
Never
shall
I
forget
the
strange
picture
she
made
,
with
her
white
drapery
all
smeared
with
blood
which
,
as
she
rose
from
the
pool
,
ran
in
streaks
toward
her
bare
feet
.
I
believe
that
I
had
only
been
asleep
;
that
whatever
influence
had
worked
on
Mr.
