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Henry
looked
at
the
chambermaid
.
She
had
little
to
tell
.
The
Countess
had
refused
to
go
to
bed
,
and
had
placed
herself
at
her
desk
to
proceed
with
her
writing
.
Finding
it
useless
to
remonstrate
with
her
,
the
maid
had
left
the
room
to
speak
to
the
manager
.
In
the
shortest
possible
time
,
the
doctor
was
summoned
to
the
hotel
,
and
found
the
Countess
dead
on
the
floor
.
There
was
this
to
tell
—
and
no
more
.
Looking
at
the
writing
-
table
as
he
went
out
,
Henry
saw
the
sheet
of
paper
on
which
the
Countess
had
traced
her
last
lines
of
writing
.
The
characters
were
almost
illegible
.
Henry
could
just
distinguish
the
words
,
’
First
Act
,
’
and
’
Persons
of
the
Drama
.
’
The
lost
wretch
had
been
thinking
of
her
Play
to
the
last
,
and
had
begun
it
all
over
again
!
Henry
returned
to
his
room
.
His
first
impulse
was
to
throw
aside
the
manuscript
,
and
never
to
look
at
it
again
.
The
one
chance
of
relieving
his
mind
from
the
dreadful
uncertainty
that
oppressed
it
,
by
obtaining
positive
evidence
of
the
truth
,
was
a
chance
annihilated
by
the
Countess
’
s
death
.
What
good
purpose
could
be
served
,
what
relief
could
he
anticipate
,
if
he
read
more
?
He
walked
up
and
down
the
room
.
After
an
interval
,
his
thoughts
took
a
new
direction
;
the
question
of
the
manuscript
presented
itself
under
another
point
of
view
.
Thus
far
,
his
reading
had
only
informed
him
that
the
conspiracy
had
been
planned
.
How
did
he
know
that
the
plan
had
been
put
in
execution
?
The
manuscript
lay
just
before
him
on
the
floor
.
He
hesitated
;
then
picked
it
up
;
and
,
returning
to
the
table
,
read
on
as
follows
,
from
the
point
at
which
he
had
left
off
.
’
While
the
Countess
is
still
absorbed
in
the
bold
yet
simple
combination
of
circumstances
which
she
has
discovered
,
the
Baron
returns
.
He
takes
a
serious
view
of
the
case
of
the
Courier
;
it
may
be
necessary
,
he
thinks
,
to
send
for
medical
advice
.
No
servant
is
left
in
the
palace
,
now
the
English
maid
has
taken
her
departure
.
The
Baron
himself
must
fetch
the
doctor
,
if
the
doctor
is
really
needed
.
’
"
Let
us
have
medical
help
,
by
all
means
,
"
his
sister
replies
.
"
But
wait
and
hear
something
that
I
have
to
say
to
you
first
.
"
She
then
electrifies
the
Baron
by
communicating
her
idea
to
him
.
What
danger
of
discovery
have
they
to
dread
?
My
Lord
’
s
life
in
Venice
has
been
a
life
of
absolute
seclusion
:
nobody
but
his
banker
knows
him
,
even
by
personal
appearance
.
He
has
presented
his
letter
of
credit
as
a
perfect
stranger
;
and
he
and
his
banker
have
never
seen
each
other
since
that
first
visit
.
He
has
given
no
parties
,
and
gone
to
no
parties
.
On
the
few
occasions
when
he
has
hired
a
gondola
or
taken
a
walk
,
he
has
always
been
alone
.
Thanks
to
the
atrocious
suspicion
which
makes
him
ashamed
of
being
seen
with
his
wife
,
he
has
led
the
very
life
which
makes
the
proposed
enterprise
easy
of
accomplishment
.
’
The
cautious
Baron
listens
—
but
gives
no
positive
opinion
,
as
yet
.
"
See
what
you
can
do
with
the
Courier
,
"
he
says
;
"
and
I
will
decide
when
I
hear
the
result
.
One
valuable
hint
I
may
give
you
before
you
go
.
Your
man
is
easily
tempted
by
money
—
if
you
only
offer
him
enough
.
The
other
day
,
I
asked
him
,
in
jest
,
what
he
would
do
for
a
thousand
pounds
.
He
answered
,
’
Anything
.
’
Bear
that
in
mind
;
and
offer
your
highest
bid
without
bargaining
.
"
