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“
Sir
!
”
Startled
as
usual
.
“
Where
did
you
hang
up
that
coat
?
”
“
In
the
bathroom
,
sir
.
”
The
usual
anxious
tone
.
“
It
’
s
not
quite
dry
yet
,
sir
.
”
For
some
time
longer
I
sat
in
the
cuddy
.
Had
my
double
vanished
as
he
had
come
?
But
of
his
coming
there
was
an
explanation
,
whereas
his
disappearance
would
be
inexplicable
.
.
.
.
I
went
slowly
into
my
dark
room
,
shut
the
door
,
lighted
the
lamp
,
and
for
a
time
dared
not
turn
round
.
When
at
last
I
did
I
saw
him
standing
bolt
-
upright
in
the
narrow
recessed
part
.
It
would
not
be
true
to
say
I
had
a
shock
,
but
an
irresistible
doubt
of
his
bodily
existence
flitted
through
my
mind
.
Can
it
be
,
I
asked
myself
,
that
he
is
not
visible
to
other
eyes
than
mine
?
It
was
like
being
haunted
.
Motionless
,
with
a
grave
face
,
he
raised
his
hands
slightly
at
me
in
a
gesture
which
meant
clearly
,
“
Heavens
!
what
a
narrow
escape
!
”
Narrow
indeed
.
I
think
I
had
come
creeping
quietly
as
near
insanity
as
any
man
who
has
not
actually
gone
over
the
border
.
That
gesture
restrained
me
,
so
to
speak
.
The
mate
with
the
terrific
whiskers
was
now
putting
the
ship
on
the
other
tack
.
In
the
moment
of
profound
silence
which
follows
upon
the
hands
going
to
their
stations
I
heard
on
the
poop
his
raised
voice
:
“
Hard
alee
!
”
and
the
distant
shout
of
the
order
repeated
on
the
main
-
deck
.
The
sails
,
in
that
light
breeze
,
made
but
a
faint
fluttering
noise
.
It
ceased
.
The
ship
was
coming
round
slowly
:
I
held
my
breath
in
the
renewed
stillness
of
expectation
;
one
wouldn
’
t
have
thought
that
there
was
a
single
living
soul
on
her
decks
.
A
sudden
brisk
shout
,
“
Mainsail
haul
!
”
broke
the
spell
,
and
in
the
noisy
cries
and
rush
overhead
of
the
men
running
away
with
the
main
brace
we
two
,
down
in
my
cabin
,
came
together
in
our
usual
position
by
the
bed
place
.
He
did
not
wait
for
my
question
.
“
I
heard
him
fumbling
here
and
just
managed
to
squat
myself
down
in
the
bath
,
”
he
whispered
to
me
.
“
The
fellow
only
opened
the
door
and
put
his
arm
in
to
hang
the
coat
up
.
All
the
same
—
”
“
I
never
thought
of
that
,
”
I
whispered
back
,
even
more
appalled
than
before
at
the
closeness
of
the
shave
,
and
marveling
at
that
something
unyielding
in
his
character
which
was
carrying
him
through
so
finely
.
There
was
no
agitation
in
his
whisper
.
Whoever
was
being
driven
distracted
,
it
was
not
he
.
He
was
sane
.
And
the
proof
of
his
sanity
was
continued
when
he
took
up
the
whispering
again
.
“
It
would
never
do
for
me
to
come
to
life
again
.
”
It
was
something
that
a
ghost
might
have
said
.
But
what
he
was
alluding
to
was
his
old
captain
’
s
reluctant
admission
of
the
theory
of
suicide
.
It
would
obviously
serve
his
turn
—
if
I
had
understood
at
all
the
view
which
seemed
to
govern
the
unalterable
purpose
of
his
action
.
