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When
they
came
to
the
warm
-
baths
,
all
the
other
people
belonging
to
that
establishment
were
looking
out
for
them
at
the
door
,
and
running
up
and
down
the
passages
.
‘
Request
everybody
else
to
keep
back
,
if
you
please
,
’
said
the
physician
aloud
to
the
master
;
‘
and
do
you
take
me
straight
to
the
place
,
my
friend
,
’
to
the
messenger
.
The
messenger
hurried
before
him
,
along
a
grove
of
little
rooms
,
and
turning
into
one
at
the
end
of
the
grove
,
looked
round
the
door
.
Physician
was
close
upon
him
,
and
looked
round
the
door
too
.
There
was
a
bath
in
that
corner
,
from
which
the
water
had
been
hastily
drained
off
.
Lying
in
it
,
as
in
a
grave
or
sarcophagus
,
with
a
hurried
drapery
of
sheet
and
blanket
thrown
across
it
,
was
the
body
of
a
heavily
-
made
man
,
with
an
obtuse
head
,
and
coarse
,
mean
,
common
features
.
A
sky
-
light
had
been
opened
to
release
the
steam
with
which
the
room
had
been
filled
;
but
it
hung
,
condensed
into
water
-
drops
,
heavily
upon
the
walls
,
and
heavily
upon
the
face
and
figure
in
the
bath
.
The
room
was
still
hot
,
and
the
marble
of
the
bath
still
warm
;
but
the
face
and
figure
were
clammy
to
the
touch
.
The
white
marble
at
the
bottom
of
the
bath
was
veined
with
a
dreadful
red
.
On
the
ledge
at
the
side
,
were
an
empty
laudanum
-
bottle
and
a
tortoise
-
shell
handled
penknife
—
soiled
,
but
not
with
ink
.
‘
Separation
of
jugular
vein
—
death
rapid
—
been
dead
at
least
half
an
hour
.
’
This
echo
of
the
physician
’
s
words
ran
through
the
passages
and
little
rooms
,
and
through
the
house
while
he
was
yet
straightening
himself
from
having
bent
down
to
reach
to
the
bottom
of
the
bath
,
and
while
he
was
yet
dabbling
his
hands
in
water
;
redly
veining
it
as
the
marble
was
veined
,
before
it
mingled
into
one
tint
.
He
turned
his
eyes
to
the
dress
upon
the
sofa
,
and
to
the
watch
,
money
,
and
pocket
-
book
on
the
table
.
A
folded
note
half
buckled
up
in
the
pocket
-
book
,
and
half
protruding
from
it
,
caught
his
observant
glance
.
He
looked
at
it
,
touched
it
,
pulled
it
a
little
further
out
from
among
the
leaves
,
said
quietly
,
‘
This
is
addressed
to
me
,
’
and
opened
and
read
it
.
There
were
no
directions
for
him
to
give
.
The
people
of
the
house
knew
what
to
do
;
the
proper
authorities
were
soon
brought
;
and
they
took
an
equable
business
-
like
possession
of
the
deceased
,
and
of
what
had
been
his
property
,
with
no
greater
disturbance
of
manner
or
countenance
than
usually
attends
the
winding
-
up
of
a
clock
.
Physician
was
glad
to
walk
out
into
the
night
air
—
was
even
glad
,
in
spite
of
his
great
experience
,
to
sit
down
upon
a
door
-
step
for
a
little
while
:
feeling
sick
and
faint
.
Bar
was
a
near
neighbour
of
his
,
and
,
when
he
came
to
the
house
,
he
saw
a
light
in
the
room
where
he
knew
his
friend
often
sat
late
getting
up
his
work
.
As
the
light
was
never
there
when
Bar
was
not
,
it
gave
him
assurance
that
Bar
was
not
yet
in
bed
.
In
fact
,
this
busy
bee
had
a
verdict
to
get
to
-
morrow
,
against
evidence
,
and
was
improving
the
shining
hours
in
setting
snares
for
the
gentlemen
of
the
jury
.
Physician
’
s
knock
astonished
Bar
;
but
,
as
he
immediately
suspected
that
somebody
had
come
to
tell
him
that
somebody
else
was
robbing
him
,
or
otherwise
trying
to
get
the
better
of
him
,
he
came
down
promptly
and
softly
.
He
had
been
clearing
his
head
with
a
lotion
of
cold
water
,
as
a
good
preparative
to
providing
hot
water
for
the
heads
of
the
jury
,
and
had
been
reading
with
the
neck
of
his
shirt
thrown
wide
open
that
he
might
the
more
freely
choke
the
opposite
witnesses
.
In
consequence
,
he
came
down
,
looking
rather
wild
.
Seeing
Physician
,
the
least
expected
of
men
,
he
looked
wilder
and
said
,
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
‘
You
asked
me
once
what
Merdle
’
s
complaint
was
.
’
