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’
There
is
no
more
that
can
be
read
,
my
dear
fellow
.
The
last
page
looks
like
sheer
delirium
.
She
may
well
have
told
you
that
her
invention
had
failed
her
!
’
’
Face
the
truth
honestly
,
Stephen
,
and
say
her
memory
.
’
Lord
Montbarry
rose
from
the
table
at
which
he
had
been
sitting
,
and
looked
at
his
brother
with
pitying
eyes
.
’
Your
nerves
are
out
of
order
,
Henry
,
’
he
said
.
’
And
no
wonder
,
after
that
frightful
discovery
under
the
hearth
-
stone
.
We
won
’
t
dispute
about
it
;
we
will
wait
a
day
or
two
until
you
are
quite
yourself
again
.
In
the
meantime
,
let
us
understand
each
other
on
one
point
at
least
.
You
leave
the
question
of
what
is
to
be
done
with
these
pages
of
writing
to
me
,
as
the
head
of
the
family
?
’
’
I
do
.
’
Lord
Montbarry
quietly
took
up
the
manuscript
,
and
threw
it
into
the
fire
.
’
Let
this
rubbish
be
of
some
use
,
’
he
said
,
holding
the
pages
down
with
the
poker
.
’
The
room
is
getting
chilly
—
the
Countess
’
s
play
will
set
some
of
these
charred
logs
flaming
again
.
’
He
waited
a
little
at
the
fire
-
place
,
and
returned
to
his
brother
.
’
Now
,
Henry
,
I
have
a
last
word
to
say
,
and
then
I
have
done
I
am
ready
to
admit
that
you
have
stumbled
,
by
an
unlucky
chance
,
on
the
proof
of
a
crime
committed
in
the
old
days
of
the
palace
,
nobody
knows
how
long
ago
.
With
that
one
concession
,
I
dispute
everything
else
.
Rather
than
agree
in
the
opinion
you
have
formed
,
I
won
’
t
believe
anything
that
has
happened
.
The
supernatural
influences
that
some
of
us
felt
when
we
first
slept
in
this
hotel
—
your
loss
of
appetite
,
our
sister
’
s
dreadful
dreams
,
the
smell
that
overpowered
Francis
,
and
the
head
that
appeared
to
Agnes
—
I
declare
them
all
to
be
sheer
delusions
!
I
believe
in
nothing
,
nothing
,
nothing
!
’
He
opened
the
door
to
go
out
,
and
looked
back
into
the
room
.
’
Yes
,
’
he
resumed
,
’
there
is
one
thing
I
believe
in
.
My
wife
has
committed
a
breach
of
confidence
—
I
believe
Agnes
will
marry
you
.
Good
night
,
Henry
.
We
leave
Venice
the
first
thing
to
-
morrow
morning
.
So
Lord
Montbarry
disposed
of
the
mystery
of
The
Haunted
Hotel
.
A
last
chance
of
deciding
the
difference
of
opinion
between
the
two
brothers
remained
in
Henry
’
s
possession
.
He
had
his
own
idea
of
the
use
to
which
he
might
put
the
false
teeth
as
a
means
of
inquiry
when
he
and
his
fellow
-
travellers
returned
to
England
.
The
only
surviving
depositary
of
the
domestic
history
of
the
family
in
past
years
,
was
Agnes
Lockwood
’
s
old
nurse
.
Henry
took
his
first
opportunity
of
trying
to
revive
her
personal
recollections
of
the
deceased
Lord
Montbarry
.
But
the
nurse
had
never
forgiven
the
great
man
of
the
family
for
his
desertion
of
Agnes
;
she
flatly
refused
to
consult
her
memory
.
’
Even
the
bare
sight
of
my
lord
,
when
I
last
saw
him
in
London
,
’
said
the
old
woman
,
’
made
my
finger
-
nails
itch
to
set
their
mark
on
his
face
.
I
was
sent
on
an
errand
by
Miss
Agnes
;
and
I
met
him
coming
out
of
his
dentist
’
s
door
—
and
,
thank
God
,
that
’
s
the
last
I
ever
saw
of
him
!
’
