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You
have
known
me
ever
since
you
were
a
small
boy
,
so
I
think
you
will
not
distrust
me
when
I
hint
that
some
matters
are
best
left
undecided
and
unexplored
.
It
is
better
that
you
attempt
no
further
speculation
as
to
Charles
's
case
,
and
almost
imperative
that
you
tell
his
mother
nothing
more
than
she
already
suspects
.
When
I
call
on
you
tomorrow
Charles
will
have
escaped
.
That
is
all
which
need
remain
in
anyone
's
mind
.
He
was
mad
,
and
he
escaped
.
You
can
tell
his
mother
gently
and
gradually
about
the
mad
part
when
you
stop
sending
the
typed
notes
in
his
name
.
I
'd
advise
you
to
join
her
in
Atlantic
City
and
take
a
rest
yourself
.
God
knows
you
need
one
after
this
shock
,
as
I
do
myself
.
I
am
going
South
for
a
while
to
calm
down
and
brace
up
.
So
do
n't
ask
me
any
questions
when
I
call
.
It
may
be
that
something
will
go
wrong
,
but
I
'll
tell
you
if
it
does
.
I
do
n't
think
it
will
.
There
will
be
nothing
more
to
worry
about
,
for
Charles
will
be
very
,
very
safe
.
He
is
now
--
safer
than
you
dream
.
You
need
hold
no
fears
about
Allen
,
and
who
or
what
he
is
.
He
forms
as
much
a
part
of
the
past
as
Joseph
Curwen
's
picture
,
and
when
I
ring
your
doorbell
you
may
feel
certain
that
there
is
no
such
person
.
And
what
wrote
that
minuscule
message
will
never
trouble
you
or
yours
.
But
you
must
steel
yourself
to
melancholy
,
and
prepare
your
wife
to
do
the
same
.
I
must
tell
you
frankly
that
Charles
's
escape
will
not
mean
his
restoration
to
you
.
He
has
been
afflicted
with
a
peculiar
disease
,
as
you
must
realize
from
the
subtle
physical
as
well
as
mental
changes
in
him
,
and
you
must
not
hope
to
see
him
again
.
Have
only
this
consolation
--
that
he
was
never
a
fiend
or
even
truly
a
madman
,
but
only
an
eager
,
studious
,
and
curious
boy
whose
love
of
mystery
and
of
the
past
was
his
undoing
.
He
stumbled
on
things
no
mortal
ought
ever
to
know
,
and
reached
back
through
the
years
as
no
one
ever
should
reach
;
and
something
came
out
of
those
years
to
engulf
him
.
And
now
comes
the
matter
in
which
I
must
ask
you
to
trust
me
most
of
all
.
For
there
will
be
,
indeed
,
no
uncertainty
about
Charles
's
fate
.
In
about
a
year
,
say
,
you
can
if
you
wish
devise
a
suitable
account
of
the
end
;
for
the
boy
will
be
no
more
.
You
can
put
up
a
stone
in
your
lot
at
the
North
Burial
Ground
exactly
ten
feet
west
of
your
father
's
and
facing
the
same
way
,
and
that
will
mark
the
true
resting-place
of
your
son
.
Nor
need
you
fear
that
it
will
mark
any
abnormality
or
changeling
.
The
ashes
in
that
grave
will
be
those
of
your
own
unaltered
bone
and
sinew
--
of
the
real
Charles
Dexter
Ward
whose
mind
you
watched
from
infancy
--
the
real
Charles
with
the
olive-mark
on
his
hip
and
without
the
black
witch-mark
on
his
chest
or
the
pit
on
his
forehead
.
The
Charles
who
never
did
actual
evil
,
and
who
will
have
paid
with
his
life
for
his
"
squeamishness
"
.
That
is
all
.
Charles
will
have
escaped
,
and
a
year
from
now
you
can
put
up
his
stone
.
Do
not
question
me
tomorrow
.
And
believe
that
the
honor
of
your
ancient
family
remains
untainted
now
,
as
it
has
been
at
all
times
in
the
past
.
With
profoundest
sympathy
,
and
exhortations
to
fortitude
,
calmness
,
and
resignation
,
I
am
ever
Sincerely
your
friend
,
Marinus
B.
Willett
.
So
on
the
morning
of
Friday
,
April
13
,
1928
,
Marinus
Bicknell
Willett
visited
the
room
of
Charles
Dexter
Ward
at
Dr.
Waite
's
private
hospital
on
Conanicut
Island
.
The
youth
,
though
making
no
attempt
to
evade
his
caller
,
was
in
a
sullen
mood
;
and
seemed
disinclined
to
open
the
conversation
which
Willett
obviously
desired
.
The
doctor
's
discovery
of
the
crypt
and
his
monstrous
experience
therein
had
of
course
created
a
new
source
of
embarrassment
,
so
that
both
hesitated
perceptibly
after
the
interchange
of
a
few
strained
formalities
.
Then
a
new
element
of
constraint
crept
in
,
as
Ward
seemed
to
read
behind
the
doctor
's
mask-like
face
a
terrible
purpose
which
had
never
been
there
before
.
The
patient
quailed
,
conscious
that
since
the
last
visit
there
had
been
a
change
whereby
the
solicitous
family
physician
had
given
place
to
the
ruthless
and
implacable
avenger
.
