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Dorian
looked
at
Campbell
.
"
How
long
will
your
experiment
take
,
Alan
?
"
he
said
,
in
a
calm
,
indifferent
voice
.
The
presence
of
a
third
person
in
the
room
seemed
to
give
him
extraordinary
courage
.
Campbell
frowned
,
and
bit
his
lip
.
"
It
will
take
about
five
hours
,
"
he
answered
.
"
It
will
be
time
enough
,
then
,
if
you
are
back
at
half-past
seven
,
Francis
.
Or
stay
:
just
leave
my
things
out
for
dressing
.
You
can
have
the
evening
to
yourself
.
I
am
not
dining
at
home
,
so
I
shall
not
want
you
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
sir
,
"
said
the
man
,
leaving
the
room
.
"
Now
,
Alan
,
there
is
not
a
moment
to
be
lost
.
How
heavy
this
chest
is
!
I
'll
take
it
for
you
.
You
bring
the
other
things
.
"
He
spoke
rapidly
,
and
in
an
authoritative
manner
.
Campbell
felt
dominated
by
him
.
They
left
the
room
together
.
When
they
reached
the
top
landing
,
Dorian
took
out
the
key
and
turned
it
in
the
lock
.
Then
he
stopped
,
and
a
troubled
look
came
into
his
eyes
.
He
shuddered
.
"
I
do
n't
think
I
can
go
in
,
Alan
,
"
he
murmured
.
"
It
is
nothing
to
me
.
I
do
n't
require
you
,
"
said
Campbell
,
coldly
.
Dorian
half
opened
the
door
.
As
he
did
so
,
he
saw
the
face
of
his
portrait
leering
in
the
sunlight
.
On
the
floor
in
front
of
it
the
torn
curtain
was
lying
.
He
remembered
that
,
the
night
before
he
had
forgotten
,
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
,
to
hide
the
fatal
canvas
,
and
was
about
to
rush
forward
,
when
he
drew
back
with
a
shudder
.
What
was
that
loathsome
red
dew
that
gleamed
,
wet
and
glistening
,
on
one
of
the
hands
,
as
though
the
canvas
had
sweated
blood
?
How
horrible
it
was
!
--
more
horrible
,
it
seemed
to
him
for
the
moment
,
than
the
silent
thing
that
he
knew
was
stretched
across
the
table
,
the
thing
whose
grotesque
misshapen
shadow
on
the
spotted
carpet
showed
him
that
it
had
not
stirred
,
but
was
still
there
,
as
he
had
left
it
.
He
heaved
a
deep
breath
,
opened
the
door
a
little
wider
,
and
with
half-closed
eyes
and
averted
head
walked
quickly
in
,
determined
that
he
would
not
look
even
once
upon
the
dead
man
.
Then
,
stooping
down
,
and
taking
up
the
gold
and
purple
hanging
,
he
flung
it
right
over
the
picture
.
