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At
this
point
of
the
narrative
the
cook
turned
pale
,
and
asked
the
housemaid
to
shut
the
door
:
who
asked
Brittles
,
who
asked
the
tinker
,
who
pretended
not
to
hear
.
'
--
Heerd
a
noise
,
'
continued
Mr.
Giles
.
'
I
says
,
at
first
,
"
This
is
illusion
"
;
and
was
composing
myself
off
to
sleep
,
when
I
heerd
the
noise
again
,
distinct
.
'
'
What
sort
of
a
noise
?
'
asked
the
cook
.
'
A
kind
of
a
busting
noise
,
'
replied
Mr.
Giles
,
looking
round
him
.
'
More
like
the
noise
of
powdering
a
iron
bar
on
a
nutmeg-grater
,
'
suggested
Brittles
.
'
It
was
,
when
you
HEERD
it
,
sir
,
'
rejoined
Mr.
Giles
;
'
but
,
at
this
time
,
it
had
a
busting
sound
.
I
turned
down
the
clothes
'
;
continued
Giles
,
rolling
back
the
table-cloth
,
'
sat
up
in
bed
;
and
listened
.
'
The
cook
and
housemaid
simultaneously
ejaculated
'
Lor
!
'
and
drew
their
chairs
closer
together
.
'
I
heerd
it
now
,
quite
apparent
,
'
resumed
Mr.
Giles
.
'
"
Somebody
,
"
I
says
,
"
is
forcing
of
a
door
,
or
window
;
what
's
to
be
done
?
I
'll
call
up
that
poor
lad
,
Brittles
,
and
save
him
from
being
murdered
in
his
bed
;
or
his
throat
,
"
I
says
,
"
may
be
cut
from
his
right
ear
to
his
left
,
without
his
ever
knowing
it
.
"
'
Here
,
all
eyes
were
turned
upon
Brittles
,
who
fixed
his
upon
the
speaker
,
and
stared
at
him
,
with
his
mouth
wide
open
,
and
his
face
expressive
of
the
most
unmitigated
horror
.
'
I
tossed
off
the
clothes
,
'
said
Giles
,
throwing
away
the
table-cloth
,
and
looking
very
hard
at
the
cook
and
housemaid
,
'
got
softly
out
of
bed
;
drew
on
a
pair
of
--
'
