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"
I
have
--
I
have
,
"
he
began
,
"
committed
a
crime
--
"
"
He
has
done
nothing
wrong
whatever
,
"
Rezia
assured
the
doctor
.
If
Mr.
Smith
would
wait
,
said
Sir
William
,
he
would
speak
to
Mrs.
Smith
in
the
next
room
.
Her
husband
was
very
seriously
ill
,
Sir
William
said
.
Did
he
threaten
to
kill
himself
?
Oh
,
he
did
,
she
cried
.
But
he
did
not
mean
it
,
she
said
.
Of
course
not
.
It
was
merely
a
question
of
rest
,
said
Sir
William
;
of
rest
,
rest
,
rest
;
a
long
rest
in
bed
.
There
was
a
delightful
home
down
in
the
country
where
her
husband
would
be
perfectly
looked
after
.
Away
from
her
?
she
asked
.
Unfortunately
,
yes
;
the
people
we
care
for
most
are
not
good
for
us
when
we
are
ill
.
But
he
was
not
mad
,
was
he
?
Sir
William
said
he
never
spoke
of
"
madness
"
;
he
called
it
not
having
a
sense
of
proportion
.
But
her
husband
did
not
like
doctors
.
He
would
refuse
to
go
there
.
Shortly
and
kindly
Sir
William
explained
to
her
the
state
of
the
case
.
He
had
threatened
to
kill
himself
.
There
was
no
alternative
.
It
was
a
question
of
law
.
He
would
lie
in
bed
in
a
beautiful
house
in
the
country
.
The
nurses
were
admirable
.
Sir
William
would
visit
him
once
a
week
.
If
Mrs.
Warren
Smith
was
quite
sure
she
had
no
more
questions
to
ask
--
he
never
hurried
his
patients
--
they
would
return
to
her
husband
.
She
had
nothing
more
to
ask
--
not
of
Sir
William
.
So
they
returned
to
the
most
exalted
of
mankind
;
the
criminal
who
faced
his
judges
;
the
victim
exposed
on
the
heights
;
the
fugitive
;
the
drowned
sailor
;
the
poet
of
the
immortal
ode
;
the
Lord
who
had
gone
from
life
to
death
;
to
Septimus
Warren
Smith
,
who
sat
in
the
arm-chair
under
the
skylight
staring
at
a
photograph
of
Lady
Bradshaw
in
Court
dress
,
muttering
messages
about
beauty
.
"
We
have
had
our
little
talk
,
"
said
Sir
William
.
"
He
says
you
are
very
,
very
ill
,
"
Rezia
cried
.
"
We
have
been
arranging
that
you
should
go
into
a
home
,
"
said
Sir
William
.
"
One
of
Holmes
's
homes
?
"
sneered
Septimus
.
The
fellow
made
a
distasteful
impression
.
