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"
Can
I
come
in
?
"
he
asked
.
In
the
dimness
of
the
landing
I
could
not
see
him
very
well
,
but
there
was
something
in
his
voice
that
surprised
me
.
I
knew
he
was
of
abstemious
habit
or
I
should
have
thought
he
had
been
drinking
.
I
led
the
way
into
my
sitting
room
and
asked
him
to
sit
down
.
"
Thank
God
I
’
ve
found
you
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
I
asked
in
astonishment
at
his
vehemence
.
I
was
able
now
to
see
him
well
.
As
a
rule
he
was
neat
in
his
person
,
but
now
his
clothes
were
in
disorder
.
He
looked
suddenly
bedraggled
.
I
was
convinced
he
had
been
drinking
,
and
I
smiled
.
I
was
on
the
point
of
chaffing
him
on
his
state
.
"
I
didn
’
t
know
where
to
go
,
"
he
burst
out
.
"
I
came
here
earlier
,
but
you
weren
’
t
in
.
"
"
I
dined
late
,
"
I
said
.
I
changed
my
mind
:
it
was
not
liquor
that
had
driven
him
to
this
obvious
desperation
.
His
face
,
usually
so
rosy
,
was
now
strangely
mottled
.
His
hands
trembled
.
"
Has
anything
happened
?
"
I
asked
.
"
My
wife
has
left
me
.
"
