"Well, sir, the man saw that letter, and he offered me five pounds for
it--cash down, sir."
"Ah! What reply did you give him?"
"I shut the door in his face, sir."
My master nodded. "What sort of a man did he appear to you, Brown. Not
exactly a gentleman, I suppose?"
"No, indeed, sir. A low creature and poorly dressed. I was ashamed for
the postman to catch us talking, sir."
"Would you recognize him again?"
"Among a thousand; he had a scar across his left cheek and half his
left ear gone, sir."
My master nodded, and, turning, walked thoughtfully into the adjoining
bath-room. We did not converse upon the matter again, but all that day
the poison I had instilled into his mind was working, working. I
perceived its effects when he returned to the house somewhat late in
the afternoon, doubtless after having paid a visit to Mr. Cavanagh, for
he did not go abroad during the forenoon. He looked worried and
distrait as I admitted him, and passing me without a word, he went
straight up to his bedroom. Ten minutes later his bell rang. I hurried
up to find him standing in the hall, clad for the street, a heavy
fur-lined overcoat across his arm and a bag in one hand.
"I'll not be home until to-morrow morning," he said curtly, "so you
need not wait up for me, Brown; but, please, on no account leave the
house."
"Very good, sir."
"Above all, admit no caller. You understand?"
"Yes, sir. Shall I call a cab for you, sir?"
"No." He pointed to the door, I opened it, and he went out. A cab was
waiting for him beside the pavement. The clock struck five as I shut
the door. At six o'clock I entered my little stronghold in Bruton
Street. At eight I descended the stairs, in all things my master's
double. In all things I declare advisedly, for warned by experience I
wore upon the thumb of my left hand just such a little finger-stall of
violet velvet as Sir William Dagmar used in order to conceal his
deformity whenever he went abroad. This was secured around my wrist
with an elastic band, and I took the precaution to stiffen its interior
with a thin ferrule, so that no involuntary working of the thumb joint
might betray me. For precaution's sake I carried a revolver, mastering
by an effort of will my natural repugnance for such gruesome
implements. I proceeded to the Heath by three different hansoms, and a
fourth conveyed me to my point of destination, a secluded little tree
sheltered spot at an angle of a lane about a hundred yards from the
gate of the Kingsmere Hospital for Consumptives. There I alighted, and
bidding the driver to await me, I hurried towards the hospital. The
gate upon the occasion of my first visit stood open; now it was shut,
but latched, not locked. I passed through and sought the house. It was
my opinion, from what I had observed, that all welcome visitors to that
building possessed master keys to the front door, and were accustomed
to enter unceremoniously. Unwilling to attract unnecessary attention to
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