Detective and mystery stories, English; Horror tales, English
The evening passed quietly but pleasantly, and I should have been
entirely at my ease if it had not been for that continual sense of
tension upon the part of Lord Linchmere. As to our host, I found that
he improved upon acquaintance. He spoke constantly with affection of
his absent wife, and also of his little son, who had recently been sent
to school. The house, he said, was not the same without them. If it
were not for his scientific studies, he did not know how he could get
through the days. After dinner we smoked for some time in the
billiard-room, and finally went early to bed.
And then it was that, for the first time, the suspicion that Lord
Linchmere was a lunatic crossed my mind. He followed me into my
bedroom, when our host had retired.
"Doctor," said he, speaking in a low, hurried voice, "you must come
with me. You must spend the night in my bedroom."
"What do you mean?"
"I prefer not to explain. But this is part of your duties. My room is
close by, and you can return to your own before the servant calls you
in the morning."
"But why?" I asked.
"Because I am nervous of being alone," said he. "That's the reason,
since you must have a reason."
It seemed rank lunacy, but the argument of those twenty pounds would
overcome many objections. I followed him to his room.
"Well," said I, "there's only room for one in that bed."
"Only one shall occupy it," said he.
"And the other?"
"Must remain on watch."
"Why?" said I. "One would think you expected to be attacked."
"Perhaps I do."
"In that case, why not lock your door?"
"Perhaps I WANT to be attacked."
It looked more and more like lunacy. However, there was nothing for it
but to submit. I shrugged my shoulders and sat down in the arm-chair
beside the empty fireplace.
"I am to remain on watch, then?" said I, ruefully.
"We will divide the night. If you will watch until two, I will watch
the remainder."
"Very good."
"Call me at two o'clock, then."
"I will do so."
"Keep your ears open, and if you hear any sounds wake me
instantly--instantly, you hear?"
"You can rely upon it." I tried to look as solemn as he did.
"And for God's sake don't go to sleep," said he, and so, taking off
only his coat, he threw the coverlet over him and settled down for the
night.
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