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As
I
spoke
,
the
flickering
lamp
gave
a
dismal
crackle
and
went
out
,
leaving
me
in
pitch
darkness
.
With
an
exclamation
more
strong
than
reverent
,
I
groped
about
the
room
for
matches
,
or
failing
them
,
for
my
hat
and
coat
--
and
I
was
still
engaged
in
a
fruitless
and
annoying
search
,
when
I
caught
a
sound
of
galloping
horses
'
hoofs
coming
to
an
abrupt
stop
in
the
street
below
.
Surrounded
by
black
gloom
,
I
paused
and
listened
There
was
a
slight
commotion
in
the
basement
--
I
heard
my
landlady
's
accents
attuned
to
nervous
civility
,
mingling
with
the
mellow
tones
of
a
deep
masculine
voice
--
then
steps
,
firm
and
even
,
ascended
the
stairs
to
my
landing
.
"
The
devil
is
in
it
!
"
I
muttered
vexedly
--
"
Just
like
my
wayward
luck
!
--
here
comes
the
very
man
I
meant
to
avoid
!
"
The
door
opened
--
and
from
the
dense
obscurity
enshrouding
me
I
could
just
perceive
a
tall
shadowy
figure
standing
on
the
threshold
.
I
remember
well
the
curious
impression
the
mere
outline
of
this
scarcely
discerned
Form
made
upon
me
even
then
--
suggesting
at
the
first
glance
such
a
stately
majesty
of
height
and
bearing
as
at
once
riveted
my
attention
--
so
much
so
indeed
that
I
scarcely
heard
my
landlady
's
introductory
words
"
A
gentleman
to
see
you
sir
,
"
--
words
that
were
quickly
interrupted
by
a
murmur
of
dismay
at
finding
the
room
in
total
darkness
.
"
Well
to
be
sure
!
The
lamp
must
have
gone
out
!
"
she
exclaimed
--
then
addressing
the
personage
she
had
ushered
thus
far
,
she
added
--
"
I
'm
afraid
Mr
Tempest
is
n't
in
after
all
,
sir
,
though
I
certainly
saw
him
about
half-an-hour
ago
.
If
you
do
n't
mind
waiting
here
a
minute
I
'll
fetch
a
light
and
see
if
he
has
left
any
message
on
his
table
.
"
She
hurried
away
,
and
though
I
knew
that
of
course
I
ought
to
speak
,
a
singular
and
quite
inexplicable
perversity
of
humour
kept
me
silent
and
unwilling
to
declare
my
presence
.
Meanwhile
the
tall
stranger
advanced
a
pace
or
two
,
and
a
rich
voice
with
a
ring
of
ironical
amusement
in
it
called
me
by
my
name
--
"
Geoffrey
Tempest
,
are
you
there
?
"
Why
could
I
not
answer
?
The
strangest
and
most
unnatural
obstinacy
stiffened
my
tongue
--
and
,
concealed
in
the
gloom
of
my
forlorn
literary
den
I
still
held
my
peace
.
The
majestic
figure
drew
nearer
,
till
in
height
and
breadth
it
seemed
to
suddenly
overshadow
me
;
and
once
again
the
voice
called
--
"
Geoffrey
Tempest
,
are
you
there
?
"
For
very
shame
's
sake
I
could
hold
out
no
longer
--
and
with
a
determined
effort
I
broke
the
extraordinary
dumb
spell
that
had
held
me
like
a
coward
in
silent
hiding
,
and
came
forward
boldly
to
confront
my
visitor
.
