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free　of　the　ghastly　counterfeit　which　still　clung　to　it；　by　forcing

himself　to　confront；　if　it　was　only　for　a　moment；　the　solemn

reality。　　Without　allowing　himself　an　instant　to　hesitate；　he

parted　the　curtains　at　the　foot　of　the　bed；　and　looked　through。



There　was　a　sad；　peaceful；　white　face；　with　the　awful　mystery　of

stillness　on　it；　laid　back　upon　the　pillow。　　No　stir；　no　change

there！　　He　only　looked　at　it　for　a　moment　before　he　closed　the

curtains　again　…　but　that　moment　steadied　him；　calmed　him；　restored

him　…　mind　and　body　…　to　himself。



He　returned　to　his　old　occupation　of　walking　up　and　down　the　room；

persevering　in　it；　this　time；　till　the　clock　struck　again。　　Twelve。



As　the　sound　of　the　clock…bell　died　away；　it　was　succeeded　by　the

confused　noise；　down…stairs；　of　the　drinkers　in　the　tap…room

leaving　the　house。　　The　next　sound；　after　an　interval　of　silence；

was　caused　by　the　barring　of　the　door；　and　the　closing　of　the

shutters；　at　the　back　of　the　Inn。　　Then　the　silence　followed　again；

and　was　disturbed　no　more。



He　was　alone　now　…　absolutely；　utterly；　alone　with　the　dead　man；

till　the　next　morning。



The　wick　of　the　candle　wanted　trimming　again。　　He　took　up　the

snuffers　…　but　paused　suddenly　on　the　very　point　of　using　them；　and

looked　attentively　at　the　candle　…　then　back；　over　his　shoulder；　at

the　curtained　bed　…　then　again　at　the　candle。　　It　had　been　lighted；

for　the　first　time；　to　show　him　the　way　up…stairs；　and　three　parts

of　it；　at　least；　were　already　consumed。　　In　another　hour　it　would

be　burnt　out。　　In　another　hour　…　unless　he　called　at　once　to　the

man　who　had　shut　up　the　Inn；　for　a　fresh　candle　…　he　would　be　left

in　the　dark。



Strongly　as　his　mind　had　been　affected　since　he　had　entered　his

room；　his　unreasonable　dread　of　encountering　ridicule；　and　of

exposing　his　courage　to　suspicion；　had　not　altogether　lost　its

influence　over　him；　even　yet。　　He　lingered　irresolutely　by　the

table；　waiting　till　he　could　prevail　on　himself　to　open　the　door；

and　call；　from　the　landing；　to　the　man　who　had　shut　up　the　Inn。　　In

his　present　hesitating　frame　of　mind；　it　was　a　kind　of　relief　to

gain　a　few　moments　only　by　engaging　in　the　trifling　occupation　of

snuffing　the　candle。　　His　hand　trembled　a　little；　and　the　snuffers

were　heavy　and　awkward　to　use。　　When　he　closed　them　on　the　wick；　he

closed　them　a　hair's　breadth　too　low。　　In　an　instant　the　candle　was

out；　and　the　room　was　plunged　in　pitch　darkness。



The　one　impression　which　the　absence　of　light　immediately　produced

on　his　mind；　was　distrust　of　the　curtained　bed　…　distrust　which

shaped　itself　into　no　distinct　idea；　but　which　was　powerful　enough

in　its　very　vagueness；　to　bind　him　down　to　his　chair；　to　make　his

heart　beat　fast；　and　to　set　him　listening　intently。　　No　sound

stirred　in　the　room　but　the　familiar　sound　of　the　rain　against　the

window；　louder　and　sharper　now　than　he　had　heard　it　yet。



Still　the　vague　distrust；　the　inexpressible　dread　possessed　him；

and　kept　him　to　his　chair。　　He　had　put　his　carpet…bag　on　the　table；

when　he　first　entered　the　room；　and　he　now　took　the　key　from　his

pocket；　reached　out　his　hand　softly；　opened　the　bag；　and　groped　in

it　for　his　travelling　writing…case；　in　which　he　knew　that　there　was

a　small　store　of　matches。　　When　he　had　got　one　of　the　matches；　he

waited　before　he　struck　it　on　the　coarse　wooden　table；　and　listened

intently　again；　without　knowing　why。　　Still　there　was　no　sound　in

the　room　but　the　steady；　ceaseless；　rattling　sound　of　the　rain。



He　lighted　the　candle　again；　without　another　moment　of　delay　and；

on　the　instant　of　its　burning　up；　the　first　object　in　the　room　that

his　eyes　sought　for　was　the　curtained　bed。



Just　before　the　light　had　been　put　out；　he　had　looked　in　that

direction；　and　had　seen　no　change；　no　disarrangement　of　any　sort；

in　the　folds　of　the　closely…drawn　curtains。



When　he　looked　at　the　bed；　now；　he　saw；　hanging　over　the　side　of

it；　a　long　white　hand。



It　lay　perfectly　motionless；　midway　on　the　side　of　the　bed；　where

the　curtain　at　the　head　and　the　curtain　at　the　foot　met。　　Nothing

more　was　visible。　　The　clinging　curtains　hid　everything　but　the

long　white　hand。



He　stood　looking　at　it　unable　to　stir；　unable　to　call　out；　feeling

nothing；　knowing　nothing；　every　faculty　he　possessed　gathered　up

and　lost　in　the　one　seeing　faculty。　　How　long　that　first　panic　held

him　he　never　could　tell　afterwards。　　It　might　have　been　only　for　a

moment；　it　might　have　been　for　many　minutes　together。　　How　he　got

to　the　bed　…　whether　he　ran　to　it　headlong；　or　whether　he

approached　it　slowly　…　how　he　wrought　himself　up　to　unclose　the

curtains　and　look　in；　he　never　has　remembered；　and　never　will

remember　to　his　dying　day。　　It　is　enough　that　he　did　go　to　the　bed；

and　that　he　did　look　inside　the　curtains。



The　man　had　moved。　　One　of　his　arms　was　outside　the　clothes；　his

face　was　turned　a　little　on　the　pillow；　his　eyelids　were　wide　open。

Changed　as　to　position；　and　as　to　one　of　the　features；　the　face

was；　otherwise；　fearfully　and　wonderfully　unaltered。　　The　dead

paleness　and　the　dead　quiet　were　on　it　still



One　glance　showed　Arthur　this　…　one　glance；　before　he　flew

breathlessly　to　the　door；　and　alarmed　the　house。



The　man　whom　the　landlord　called　'Ben；'　was　the　first　to　appear　on

the　stairs。　　In　three　words；　Arthur　told　him　what　had　happened；　and

sent　him　for　the　nearest　doctor。



I；　who　tell　you　this　story；　was　then　staying　with　a　medical　friend

of　mine；　in　practice　at　Doncaster；　taking　care　of　his　patients　for

him；　during　his　absence　in　London；　and　I；　for　the　time　being；　was

the　nearest　doctor。　　They　had　sent　for　me　from　the　Inn；　when　the

stranger　was　taken　ill　in　the　afternoon；　but　I　was　not　at　home；　and

medical　assistance　was　sought　for　elsewhere。　　When　the　man　from　The

Two　Robins　rang　the　night…bell；　I　was　just　thinking　of　going　to

bed。　　Naturally　enough；　I　did　not　believe　a　word　of　his　story　about

'a　dead　man　who　had　come　to　life　again。'　　However；　I　put　on　my　hat；

armed　myself　with　one　or　two　bottles　of　restorative　medicine；　and

ran　to　the　Inn；　expecting　to　find　nothing　more　remarkable；　when　I

got　there；　than　a　patient　in　a　fit。



My　surprise　at　finding　that　the　man　had　spoken　the　literal　truth

was　almost；　if　not　quite；　equalled　by　my　astonishment　at　finding

myself　face　to　face　with　Arthur　Holliday　as　soon　as　I　entered　the

bedroom。　　It　was　no　time　then　for　giving　or　seeking　explanations。

We　just　shook　hands　amazedly；　and　then　I　ordered　everybody　but

Arthur　out　of　the　room；　and　hurried　to　the　man　on　the　bed。



The　kitchen　fire　had　not　been　long　out。　　There　was　plenty　of　hot

water　in　the　boiler；　and　plenty　of　flannel　to　be　had。　　With　these；

with　my　medicines；　and　with　such　help　as　Arthur　could　render　under

my　direction；　I　dragged　the　man；　literally；　out　of　the　jaws　of

death。　　In　less　than　an　hour　from　the　time　when　I　had　been　called

in；　he　was　alive　and　talking　in　the　bed　on　which　he　had　been　laid

out　to　wait　for　the　Coroner's　inquest。



You　will　naturally　ask　me；　what　had　been　the　matter　with　him；　and　I

might　treat　you；　in　reply；　to　a　long　theory；　plentifully　sprinkled

with；　what　the　children　call；　hard　words。　　I　prefer　telling　you

that；　in　this　case；　cause　and　effect　could　not　be　satisfactorily

joined　together　by　any　theory　whatever。　　There　are　mysteries　in

life；　and　the　condition　of　it；　which　human　science　has　not　fathomed

yet；　and　I　candidly　confess　to　you；　that；　in　bringing　that　man　back

to　existence；　I　was；　morally　speaking；　groping　haphazard　in　the

dark。　　I　know　（from　the　testimony　of　the　doctor　who　attended　him　in

the　afternoon）　that　the　vital　machinery；　so　far　as　its　action　is

appreciable　by　our　senses；　had；　in　this　case；　unquestionably

stopped；　and　I　am　equally　certain　（seeing　that　I　recovered　him）

that　the　vital　principle　was　not　extinct。　　When　I　add；　that　he　had

suffered　from　a　long　and　complicated　illness；　and　that　his　whole

nervous　system　was　utterly　deranged；　I　have　told　you　all　I　really

know　of　the　physical　condition　of　my　dead…alive　patient　at　The　Two

Robins　Inn。



When　he　'came　to；'　as　the　phrase　goes；　he　was　a　startling　object　to

look　at；　with　his　colourless　face；　his　sunken　cheeks；　his　wild

black　eyes；　and　his　long　black　hair。　　The　first　question　he　asked

me　about　himself；　when　he　could　speak；　made　me　suspect　that　I　had

been　called　in　to　a　man　in　my　own　profession。　　I　mentioned　to　him

my　surmise；　and　he　told　me　that　I　was　right。



He　said　he　had　come　last　from　Paris；　where　he　had　been　attached　to

a　hospital。　　That　he　had　lately　returned　to　England；　on　his　way　to

Edinburgh；　to　continue　his　studies；　that　he　had　been　taken　ill　on

the　journey；　and　that　he　had　stopped　to　rest　and　recover　himself　at

Doncaster。　　He　did　not　add　a　word　about　his　name；　or　who　he　was：

and；　of　course；　I　did　not　question　him　on　the　subject。　　All　I

inquired；　when　he　ceased　speaking；　was　wha