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Daylight
found
the
vicar
and
his
wife
,
a
quaintly-costumed
little
couple
,
still
marvelling
about
on
their
own
ground
floor
by
the
unnecessary
light
of
a
guttering
candle
.
Now
it
happened
that
in
the
early
hours
of
Whit
Monday
,
before
Millie
was
hunted
out
for
the
day
,
Mr.
Hall
and
Mrs.
Hall
both
rose
and
went
noiselessly
down
into
the
cellar
.
Their
business
there
was
of
a
private
nature
,
and
had
something
to
do
with
the
specific
gravity
of
their
beer
.
They
had
hardly
entered
the
cellar
when
Mrs.
Hall
found
she
had
forgotten
to
bring
down
a
bottle
of
sarsaparilla
from
their
joint-room
.
As
she
was
the
expert
and
principal
operator
in
this
affair
,
Hall
very
properly
went
upstairs
for
it
.
On
the
landing
he
was
surprised
to
see
that
the
stranger
's
door
was
ajar
.
He
went
on
into
his
own
room
and
found
the
bottle
as
he
had
been
directed
.
But
returning
with
the
bottle
,
he
noticed
that
the
bolts
of
the
front
door
had
been
shot
back
,
that
the
door
was
in
fact
simply
on
the
latch
.
And
with
a
flash
of
inspiration
he
connected
this
with
the
stranger
's
room
upstairs
and
the
suggestions
of
Mr.
Teddy
Henfrey
.
He
distinctly
remembered
holding
the
candle
while
Mrs.
Hall
shot
these
bolts
overnight
.
At
the
sight
he
stopped
,
gaping
,
then
with
the
bottle
still
in
his
hand
went
upstairs
again
.
He
rapped
at
the
stranger
's
door
.
There
was
no
answer
.
He
rapped
again
;
then
pushed
the
door
wide
open
and
entered
.
It
was
as
he
expected
.
The
bed
,
the
room
also
,
was
empty
.
And
what
was
stranger
,
even
to
his
heavy
intelligence
,
on
the
bedroom
chair
and
along
the
rail
of
the
bed
were
scattered
the
garments
,
the
only
garments
so
far
as
he
knew
,
and
the
bandages
of
their
guest
.
His
big
slouch
hat
even
was
cocked
jauntily
over
the
bed-post
.
As
Hall
stood
there
he
heard
his
wife
's
voice
coming
out
of
the
depth
of
the
cellar
,
with
that
rapid
telescoping
of
the
syllables
and
interrogative
cocking
up
of
the
final
words
to
a
high
note
,
by
which
the
West
Sussex
villager
is
wont
to
indicate
a
brisk
impatience
.
"
George
!
You
gart
whad
a
wand
?
"
At
that
he
turned
and
hurried
down
to
her
.
"
Janny
,
"
he
said
,
over
the
rail
of
the
cellar
steps
,
"
'
tas
the
truth
what
Henfrey
sez
.
'
E
's
not
in
uz
room
,
'
e
e
n't
.
And
the
front
door
's
onbolted
.
"
At
first
Mrs.
Hall
did
not
understand
,
and
as
soon
as
she
did
she
resolved
to
see
the
empty
room
for
herself
.
Hall
,
still
holding
the
bottle
,
went
first
.
"
If
'
e
e
n't
there
,
"
he
said
,
"
'
is
close
are
.
And
what
's
'
e
doin
'
'
ithout
'
is
close
,
then
?
'
Tas
a
most
curious
business
.
"
As
they
came
up
the
cellar
steps
they
both
,
it
was
afterwards
ascertained
,
fancied
they
heard
the
front
door
open
and
shut
,
but
seeing
it
closed
and
nothing
there
,
neither
said
a
word
to
the
other
about
it
at
the
time
.
Mrs.
Hall
passed
her
husband
in
the
passage
and
ran
on
first
upstairs
.
Someone
sneezed
on
the
staircase
.
Hall
,
following
six
steps
behind
,
thought
that
he
heard
her
sneeze
.
She
,
going
on
first
,
was
under
the
impression
that
Hall
was
sneezing
.
She
flung
open
the
door
and
stood
regarding
the
room
.
"
Of
all
the
curious
!
"
she
said
.
She
heard
a
sniff
close
behind
her
head
as
it
seemed
,
and
turning
,
was
surprised
to
see
Hall
a
dozen
feet
off
on
the
topmost
stair
.
But
in
another
moment
he
was
beside
her
.
She
bent
forward
and
put
her
hand
on
the
pillow
and
then
under
the
clothes
.
