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A
piece
of
tile
whizzed
by
his
head
and
smashed
among
the
crockery
on
the
kitchen
table
.
"
I
'll
show
him
,
"
shouted
the
man
with
the
black
beard
,
and
suddenly
a
steel
barrel
shone
over
the
policeman
's
shoulder
,
and
five
bullets
had
followed
one
another
into
the
twilight
whence
the
missile
had
come
.
As
he
fired
,
the
man
with
the
beard
moved
his
hand
in
a
horizontal
curve
,
so
that
his
shots
radiated
out
into
the
narrow
yard
like
spokes
from
a
wheel
.
A
silence
followed
.
"
Five
cartridges
,
"
said
the
man
with
the
black
beard
.
"
That
's
the
best
of
all
.
Four
aces
and
a
joker
.
Get
a
lantern
,
someone
,
and
come
and
feel
about
for
his
body
.
"
Dr.
Kemp
had
continued
writing
in
his
study
until
the
shots
aroused
him
.
Crack
,
crack
,
crack
,
they
came
one
after
the
other
.
"
Hullo
!
"
said
Dr.
Kemp
,
putting
his
pen
into
his
mouth
again
and
listening
.
"
Who
's
letting
off
revolvers
in
Burdock
?
What
are
the
asses
at
now
?
"
He
went
to
the
south
window
,
threw
it
up
,
and
leaning
out
stared
down
on
the
network
of
windows
,
beaded
gas-lamps
and
shops
,
with
its
black
interstices
of
roof
and
yard
that
made
up
the
town
at
night
.
"
Looks
like
a
crowd
down
the
hill
,
"
he
said
,
"
by
'
The
Cricketers
,
'
"
and
remained
watching
.
Thence
his
eyes
wandered
over
the
town
to
far
away
where
the
ships
'
lights
shone
,
and
the
pier
glowed
--
a
little
illuminated
,
facetted
pavilion
like
a
gem
of
yellow
light
.
The
moon
in
its
first
quarter
hung
over
the
westward
hill
,
and
the
stars
were
clear
and
almost
tropically
bright
.
After
five
minutes
,
during
which
his
mind
had
travelled
into
a
remote
speculation
of
social
conditions
of
the
future
,
and
lost
itself
at
last
over
the
time
dimension
,
Dr.
Kemp
roused
himself
with
a
sigh
,
pulled
down
the
window
again
,
and
returned
to
his
writing
desk
.
It
must
have
been
about
an
hour
after
this
that
the
front-door
bell
rang
.
He
had
been
writing
slackly
,
and
with
intervals
of
abstraction
,
since
the
shots
.
He
sat
listening
.
He
heard
the
servant
answer
the
door
,
and
waited
for
her
feet
on
the
staircase
,
but
she
did
not
come
.
"
Wonder
what
that
was
,
"
said
Dr.
Kemp
.
He
tried
to
resume
his
work
,
failed
,
got
up
,
went
downstairs
from
his
study
to
the
landing
,
rang
,
and
called
over
the
balustrade
to
the
housemaid
as
she
appeared
in
the
hall
below
.
"
Was
that
a
letter
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Only
a
runaway
ring
,
sir
,
"
she
answered
.
