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‘
As
the
old
gentleman
solemnly
uttered
these
words
,
his
features
grew
less
and
less
distinct
,
and
his
figure
more
shadowy
.
A
film
came
over
Tom
Smart
’
s
eyes
.
The
old
man
seemed
gradually
blending
into
the
chair
,
the
damask
waistcoat
to
resolve
into
a
cushion
,
the
red
slippers
to
shrink
into
little
red
cloth
bags
.
The
light
faded
gently
away
,
and
Tom
Smart
fell
back
on
his
pillow
,
and
dropped
asleep
.
‘
Morning
aroused
Tom
from
the
lethargic
slumber
,
into
which
he
had
fallen
on
the
disappearance
of
the
old
man
.
He
sat
up
in
bed
,
and
for
some
minutes
vainly
endeavoured
to
recall
the
events
of
the
preceding
night
.
Suddenly
they
rushed
upon
him
.
He
looked
at
the
chair
;
it
was
a
fantastic
and
grim
-
looking
piece
of
furniture
,
certainly
,
but
it
must
have
been
a
remarkably
ingenious
and
lively
imagination
,
that
could
have
discovered
any
resemblance
between
it
and
an
old
man
.
‘
"
How
are
you
,
old
boy
?
"
said
Tom
.
He
was
bolder
in
the
daylight
—
most
men
are
.
‘
The
chair
remained
motionless
,
and
spoke
not
a
word
.
‘
"
Miserable
morning
,
"
said
Tom
.
No
.
The
chair
would
not
be
drawn
into
conversation
.
‘
"
Which
press
did
you
point
to
?
—
you
can
tell
me
that
,
"
said
Tom
.
Devil
a
word
,
gentlemen
,
the
chair
would
say
.
‘
"
It
’
s
not
much
trouble
to
open
it
,
anyhow
,
"
said
Tom
,
getting
out
of
bed
very
deliberately
.
He
walked
up
to
one
of
the
presses
.
The
key
was
in
the
lock
;
he
turned
it
,
and
opened
the
door
.
There
was
a
pair
of
trousers
there
.
He
put
his
hand
into
the
pocket
,
and
drew
forth
the
identical
letter
the
old
gentleman
had
described
!
‘
"
Queer
sort
of
thing
,
this
,
"
said
Tom
Smart
,
looking
first
at
the
chair
and
then
at
the
press
,
and
then
at
the
letter
,
and
then
at
the
chair
again
.
"
Very
queer
,
"
said
Tom
.
But
,
as
there
was
nothing
in
either
,
to
lessen
the
queerness
,
he
thought
he
might
as
well
dress
himself
,
and
settle
the
tall
man
’
s
business
at
once
—
just
to
put
him
out
of
his
misery
.
‘
Tom
surveyed
the
rooms
he
passed
through
,
on
his
way
downstairs
,
with
the
scrutinising
eye
of
a
landlord
;
thinking
it
not
impossible
,
that
before
long
,
they
and
their
contents
would
be
his
property
.
The
tall
man
was
standing
in
the
snug
little
bar
,
with
his
hands
behind
him
,
quite
at
home
.
He
grinned
vacantly
at
Tom
.
A
casual
observer
might
have
supposed
he
did
it
,
only
to
show
his
white
teeth
;
but
Tom
Smart
thought
that
a
consciousness
of
triumph
was
passing
through
the
place
where
the
tall
man
’
s
mind
would
have
been
,
if
he
had
had
any
.
Tom
laughed
in
his
face
;
and
summoned
the
landlady
.
