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"
I
'm
restless
to-night
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
He
went
back
to
his
study
,
and
this
time
attacked
his
work
resolutely
.
In
a
little
while
he
was
hard
at
work
again
,
and
the
only
sounds
in
the
room
were
the
ticking
of
the
clock
and
the
subdued
shrillness
of
his
quill
,
hurrying
in
the
very
centre
of
the
circle
of
light
his
lampshade
threw
on
his
table
.
It
was
two
o'clock
before
Dr.
Kemp
had
finished
his
work
for
the
night
.
He
rose
,
yawned
,
and
went
downstairs
to
bed
.
He
had
already
removed
his
coat
and
vest
,
when
he
noticed
that
he
was
thirsty
.
He
took
a
candle
and
went
down
to
the
dining-room
in
search
of
a
syphon
and
whiskey
.
Dr.
Kemp
's
scientific
pursuits
have
made
him
a
very
observant
man
,
and
as
he
recrossed
the
hall
,
he
noticed
a
dark
spot
on
the
linoleum
near
the
mat
at
the
foot
of
the
stairs
.
He
went
on
upstairs
,
and
then
it
suddenly
occurred
to
him
to
ask
himself
what
the
spot
on
the
linoleum
might
be
.
Apparently
some
subconscious
element
was
at
work
.
At
any
rate
,
he
turned
with
his
burden
,
went
back
to
the
hall
,
put
down
the
syphon
and
whiskey
,
and
bending
down
,
touched
the
spot
.
Without
any
great
surprise
he
found
it
had
the
stickiness
and
colour
of
drying
blood
.
He
took
up
his
burden
again
,
and
returned
upstairs
,
looking
about
him
and
trying
to
account
for
the
blood-spot
.
On
the
landing
he
saw
something
and
stopped
astonished
.
The
door-handle
of
his
own
room
was
blood-stained
.
He
looked
at
his
own
hand
.
It
was
quite
clean
,
and
then
he
remembered
that
the
door
of
his
room
had
been
open
when
he
came
down
from
his
study
,
and
that
consequently
he
had
not
touched
the
handle
at
all
.
He
went
straight
into
his
room
,
his
face
quite
calm
--
perhaps
a
trifle
more
resolute
than
usual
.
His
glance
,
wandering
inquisitively
,
fell
on
the
bed
.
On
the
counterpane
was
a
mess
of
blood
,
and
the
sheet
had
been
torn
.
He
had
not
noticed
this
before
because
he
had
walked
straight
to
the
dressing-table
.
On
the
further
side
the
bedclothes
were
depressed
as
if
someone
had
been
recently
sitting
there
.
Then
he
had
an
odd
impression
that
he
had
heard
a
low
voice
say
,
"
Good
Heavens
!
--
Kemp
!
"
But
Dr.
Kemp
was
no
believer
in
voices
.
He
stood
staring
at
the
tumbled
sheets
.
Was
that
really
a
voice
?
He
looked
about
again
,
but
noticed
nothing
further
than
the
disordered
and
blood-stained
bed
.
Then
he
distinctly
heard
a
movement
across
the
room
,
near
the
wash-hand
stand
.
All
men
,
however
highly
educated
,
retain
some
superstitious
inklings
.
The
feeling
that
is
called
"
eerie
"
came
upon
him
.
He
closed
the
door
of
the
room
,
came
forward
to
the
dressing-table
,
and
put
down
his
burdens
.
Suddenly
,
with
a
start
,
he
perceived
a
coiled
and
blood-stained
bandage
of
linen
rag
hanging
in
mid-air
,
between
him
and
the
wash-hand
stand
.
He
stared
at
this
in
amazement
.
It
was
an
empty
bandage
,
a
bandage
properly
tied
but
quite
empty
.
He
would
have
advanced
to
grasp
it
,
but
a
touch
arrested
him
,
and
a
voice
speaking
quite
close
to
him
.
"
Kemp
!
"
said
the
Voice
.
