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Derrick
,
”
said
Presley
,
coming
forward
,
“
don
’
t
go
in
.
”
“
Where
is
my
husband
?
”
demanded
Hilma
.
Presley
turned
away
and
steadied
himself
against
the
jamb
of
the
door
.
Hilma
,
leaving
Mrs
.
Derrick
,
entered
the
house
.
The
front
room
was
full
of
men
.
She
was
dimly
conscious
of
Cyrus
Ruggles
and
S
.
Behrman
,
both
deadly
pale
,
talking
earnestly
and
in
whispers
to
Cutter
and
Phelps
.
There
was
a
strange
,
acrid
odour
of
an
unfamiliar
drug
in
the
air
.
On
the
table
before
her
was
a
satchel
,
surgical
instruments
,
rolls
of
bandages
,
and
a
blue
,
oblong
paper
box
full
of
cotton
.
But
above
the
hushed
noises
of
voices
and
footsteps
,
one
terrible
sound
made
itself
heard
—
the
prolonged
,
rasping
sound
of
breathing
,
half
choked
,
laboured
,
agonised
.
“
Where
is
my
husband
?
”
she
cried
.
She
pushed
the
men
aside
.
She
saw
Magnus
,
bareheaded
,
three
or
four
men
lying
on
the
floor
,
one
half
naked
,
his
body
swathed
in
white
bandages
;
the
doctor
in
shirt
sleeves
,
on
one
knee
beside
a
figure
of
a
man
stretched
out
beside
him
.
Garnett
turned
a
white
face
to
her
.
“
Where
is
my
husband
?
”
The
other
did
not
reply
,
but
stepped
aside
and
Hilma
saw
the
dead
body
of
her
husband
lying
upon
the
bed
.
She
did
not
cry
out
.
She
said
no
word
.
She
went
to
the
bed
,
and
sitting
upon
it
,
took
Annixter
’
s
head
in
her
lap
,
holding
it
gently
between
her
hands
.
Thereafter
she
did
not
move
,
but
sat
holding
her
dead
husband
’
s
head
in
her
lap
,
looking
vaguely
about
from
face
to
face
of
those
in
the
room
,
while
,
without
a
sob
,
without
a
cry
,
the
great
tears
filled
her
wide
-
opened
eyes
and
rolled
slowly
down
upon
her
cheeks
.
On
hearing
that
his
wife
was
outside
,
Magnus
came
quickly
forward
.
She
threw
herself
into
his
arms
.
“
Tell
me
,
tell
me
,
”
she
cried
,
“
is
Harran
—
is
—
—
”
