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"
Come
,
Alan
,
you
must
decide
at
once
.
"
"
I
can
not
do
it
,
"
he
said
,
mechanically
,
as
though
words
could
alter
things
.
"
You
must
.
You
have
no
choice
.
Do
n't
delay
.
"
He
hesitated
a
moment
.
"
Is
there
a
fire
in
the
room
upstairs
?
"
"
Yes
,
there
is
a
gas-fire
with
asbestos
.
"
"
I
shall
have
to
go
home
and
get
some
things
from
the
laboratory
.
"
"
No
,
Alan
,
you
must
not
leave
the
house
.
Write
out
on
a
sheet
of
note-paper
what
you
want
,
and
my
servant
will
take
a
cab
and
bring
the
things
back
to
you
.
"
Campbell
scrawled
a
few
lines
,
blotted
them
,
and
addressed
an
envelope
to
his
assistant
.
Dorian
took
the
note
up
and
read
it
carefully
.
Then
he
rang
the
bell
,
and
gave
it
to
his
valet
,
with
orders
to
return
as
soon
as
possible
,
and
to
bring
the
things
with
him
.
As
the
hall
door
shut
,
Campbell
started
nervously
,
and
,
having
got
up
from
the
chair
,
went
over
to
the
chimney-piece
.
He
was
shivering
with
a
kind
of
ague
.
For
nearly
twenty
minutes
,
neither
of
the
men
spoke
.
A
fly
buzzed
noisily
about
the
room
,
and
the
ticking
of
the
clock
was
like
the
beat
of
a
hammer
.
