The black spaniel, and other storiesHichens, Robert
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The black spaniel, and other stories
Hichens, Robert
English fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, English
Lord Elyn had made my thoughts clearer to me by his blunt expressions.
He had asked me if I had any inkling of what was up, and, when he said
that, I knew quite certainly that, to use that slangy phrase, I thought
something was up. Vernon had been moved by some strange impulse to buy
the black spaniel, had some strange purpose in connection with it. I
felt sure of this. My instinct told me that it was so. What had caused
this impulse? What was this purpose?
I wondered, but could not tell.
I reviewed Vernon’s character as I knew it carefully, considered all
that I had heard of him from others, trying to find a clue that would
guide me to comprehension. But I remained perplexed. I knew good of
him. I had always heard praise of him, except from one person, the man
who was dead and in whose house he now lived. Deeming had said to me
once that Vernon was a black fanatic; the phrase was strong, brutal
even. It recurred to my mind as I walked, and stayed there. Then I
thought of the terror in the spaniel’s eyes as it lay motionless
against the red curtain of the workroom. And I was troubled, I was
strangely ill at ease. It seemed to me that in my friend, hidden away
like a thing hidden in a cave, was something mysterious, something even
terrible, and that the black spaniel was connected with it. But how
could that be? Vernon loved all animals. He was at this very moment
devoting his life to the advancement of their welfare. For them he had
thrown off his long idleness of the lounging traveller, the luxurious
art-lover, who wandered from country to country buying to please his
whim. For them he stayed in England and lived laborious days. Why,
then, when I thought of the spaniel shut up in his study, should I
be chilled with fear? I reasoned with myself, but in vain. The sense
of fear, of mystery, remained with me. It was deepened by an incident
which occurred six days later.
During those days I had not seen Vernon; I had heard nothing of him or
of the black spaniel.
The incident to which I alluded was my meeting for the first time with
Arthur Gernham.
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