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"
Tapetum
.
"
"
Yes
,
the
tapetum
.
It
did
n't
go
.
After
I
'd
given
the
stuff
to
bleach
the
blood
and
done
certain
other
things
to
her
,
I
gave
the
beast
opium
,
and
put
her
and
the
pillow
she
was
sleeping
on
,
on
the
apparatus
.
And
after
all
the
rest
had
faded
and
vanished
,
there
remained
two
little
ghosts
of
her
eyes
.
"
"
Odd
!
"
"
I
ca
n't
explain
it
.
She
was
bandaged
and
clamped
,
of
course
--
so
I
had
her
safe
;
but
she
woke
while
she
was
still
misty
,
and
miaowed
dismally
,
and
someone
came
knocking
.
It
was
an
old
woman
from
downstairs
,
who
suspected
me
of
vivisecting
--
a
drink-sodden
old
creature
,
with
only
a
white
cat
to
care
for
in
all
the
world
.
I
whipped
out
some
chloroform
,
applied
it
,
and
answered
the
door
.
'
Did
I
hear
a
cat
?
'
she
asked
.
'
My
cat
?
'
'
Not
here
,
'
said
I
,
very
politely
.
She
was
a
little
doubtful
and
tried
to
peer
past
me
into
the
room
;
strange
enough
to
her
no
doubt
--
bare
walls
,
uncurtained
windows
,
truckle-bed
,
with
the
gas
engine
vibrating
,
and
the
seethe
of
the
radiant
points
,
and
that
faint
ghastly
stinging
of
chloroform
in
the
air
.
She
had
to
be
satisfied
at
last
and
went
away
again
.
"
"
How
long
did
it
take
?
"
asked
Kemp
.
"
Three
or
four
hours
--
the
cat
.
The
bones
and
sinews
and
the
fat
were
the
last
to
go
,
and
the
tips
of
the
coloured
hairs
.
And
,
as
I
say
,
the
back
part
of
the
eye
,
tough
,
iridescent
stuff
it
is
,
would
n't
go
at
all
.
"
It
was
night
outside
long
before
the
business
was
over
,
and
nothing
was
to
be
seen
but
the
dim
eyes
and
the
claws
.
I
stopped
the
gas
engine
,
felt
for
and
stroked
the
beast
,
which
was
still
insensible
,
and
then
,
being
tired
,
left
it
sleeping
on
the
invisible
pillow
and
went
to
bed
.
I
found
it
hard
to
sleep
.
I
lay
awake
thinking
weak
aimless
stuff
,
going
over
the
experiment
over
and
over
again
,
or
dreaming
feverishly
of
things
growing
misty
and
vanishing
about
me
,
until
everything
,
the
ground
I
stood
on
,
vanished
,
and
so
I
came
to
that
sickly
falling
nightmare
one
gets
.
About
two
,
the
cat
began
miaowing
about
the
room
.
I
tried
to
hush
it
by
talking
to
it
,
and
then
I
decided
to
turn
it
out
.
I
remember
the
shock
I
had
when
striking
a
light
--
there
were
just
the
round
eyes
shining
green
--
and
nothing
round
them
.
I
would
have
given
it
milk
,
but
I
had
n't
any
.
It
would
n't
be
quiet
,
it
just
sat
down
and
miaowed
at
the
door
.
I
tried
to
catch
it
,
with
an
idea
of
putting
it
out
of
the
window
,
but
it
would
n't
be
caught
,
it
vanished
.
Then
it
began
miaowing
in
different
parts
of
the
room
.
At
last
I
opened
the
window
and
made
a
bustle
.
I
suppose
it
went
out
at
last
.
I
never
saw
any
more
of
it
.
"
Then
--
Heaven
knows
why
--
I
fell
thinking
of
my
father
's
funeral
again
,
and
the
dismal
windy
hillside
,
until
the
day
had
come
.
I
found
sleeping
was
hopeless
,
and
,
locking
my
door
after
me
,
wandered
out
into
the
morning
streets
.
"
"
You
do
n't
mean
to
say
there
's
an
invisible
cat
at
large
!
"
said
Kemp
.
