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"
But
what
did
your
wife
say
?
"
"
She
’
d
gone
out
to
do
the
marketing
.
"
"
Is
he
going
to
let
her
in
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
I
gazed
at
Stroeve
with
perplexity
.
He
stood
like
a
schoolboy
with
whom
a
master
is
finding
fault
.
"
Shall
I
get
rid
of
Strickland
for
you
?
"
I
asked
.
He
gave
a
little
start
,
and
his
shining
face
grew
very
red
.
"
No
.
You
’
d
better
not
do
anything
.
"
He
nodded
to
me
and
walked
away
.
It
was
clear
that
for
some
reason
he
did
not
want
to
discuss
the
matter
.
I
did
not
understand
.
The
explanation
came
a
week
later
.
It
was
about
ten
o
’
clock
at
night
;
I
had
been
dining
by
myself
at
a
restaurant
,
and
having
returned
to
my
small
apartment
,
was
sitting
in
my
parlour
,
reading
I
heard
the
cracked
tinkling
of
the
bell
,
and
,
going
into
the
corridor
,
opened
the
door
.
Stroeve
stood
before
me
.
