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open；　I　could　see　a　magnificent　gilt　dressing　case；　with　some
splendid　diamond　and　ruby　shirt　studs　lying　by　it；　and　a　chest　of
drawers；　and　a　cupboard　apparently　full　of　clothes。

Remembering　him　in　Baden…Baden　in　great　magnificence　I　wondered　at
his　present　denuded　state。　　〃You　have　a　house　elsewhere；　Mr。
Pinto？〃　I　said。

〃Many；〃　says　he。　　〃I　have　apartments　in　many　cities。　　I　lock　dem
up；　and　do　not　carry　mosh　logish。〃

I　then　remembered　that　his　apartment　at　Baden；　where　I　first　met
him；　was　bare；　and　had　no　bed　in　it。

〃There　is；　then；　a　sleeping　room　beyond？〃

〃This　is　the　sleeping　room。〃　　（He　pronounces　it　DIS。　　Can　this；　by
the　way；　give　any　clew　to　the　nationality　of　this　singular　man？）

〃If　you　sleep　on　these　two　old　chairs　you　have　a　rickety　couch；　if
on　the　floor；　a　dusty　one。〃

〃Suppose　I　sleep　up　dere？〃　said　this　strange　man；　and　he　actually
pointed　up　to　the　ceiling。　　I　thought　him　mad　or　what　he　himself
called　〃an　ombog。〃　　〃I　know。　　You　do　not　believe　me；　for　why　should
I　deceive　you？　　I　came　but　to　propose　a　matter　of　business　to　you。
I　told　you　I　could　give　you　the　clew　to　the　mystery　of　the　Two
Children　in　Black；　whom　you　met　at　Baden；　and　you　came　to　see　me。
If　I　told　you　you　would　not　believe　me。　　What　for　try　and　convinz
you？　　Ha　hey？〃　　And　he　shook　his　hand　once；　twice；　thrice；　at　me；
and　glared　at　me　out　of　his　eye　in　a　peculiar　way。

Of　what　happened　now　I　protest　I　cannot　give　an　accurate　account。
It　seemed　to　me　that　there　shot　a　flame　from　his　eye　into　my　brain；
while　behind　his　GLASS　eye　there　was　a　green　illumination　as　if　a
candle　had　been　lit　in　it。　　It　seemed　to　me　that　from　his　long
fingers　two　quivering　flames　issued；　sputtering；　as　it　were；　which
penetrated　me；　and　forced　me　back　into　one　of　the　chairsthe
broken　oneout　of　which　I　had　much　difficulty　in　scrambling；　when
the　strange　glamour　was　ended。　　It　seemed　to　me　that；　when　I　was　so
fixed；　so　transfixed　in　the　broken　chair；　the　man　floated　up　to　the
ceiling；　crossed　his　legs；　folded　his　arms　as　if　he　was　lying　on　a
sofa；　and　grinned　down　at　me。　　When　I　came　to　myself　he　was　down
from　the　ceiling；　and；　taking　me　out　of　the　broken　cane…bottomed
chair；　kindly　enough〃Bah！〃　said　he；　〃it　is　the　smell　of　my
medicine。　　It　often　gives　the　vertigo。　　I　thought　you　would　have
had　a　little　fit。　　Come　into　the　open　air。〃　　And　we　went　down　the
steps；　and　into　Shepherd's　Inn；　where　the　setting　sun　was　just
shining　on　the　statue　of　Shepherd；　the　laundresses　were　traipsing
about；　the　porters　were　leaning　against　the　railings；　and　the
clerks　were　playing　at　marbles；　to　my　inexpressible　consolation。

〃You　said　you　were　going　to　dine　at　the　'Gray's…Inn　Coffee…House；'〃
he　said。　　I　was。　　I　often　dine　there。　　There　is　excellent　wine　at
the　〃Gray's…Inn　Coffee…House〃；　but　I　declare　I　NEVER　SAID　so。　　I
was　not　astonished　at　his　remark；　no　more　astonished　than　if　I　was
in　a　dream。　　Perhaps　I　WAS　in　a　dream。　　Is　life　a　dream？　　Are
dreams　facts？　　Is　sleeping　being　really　awake？　　I　don't　know。　　I
tell　you　I　am　puzzled。　　I　have　read　〃The　Woman　in　White；〃　　〃The
Strange　Story〃not　to　mention　that　story　〃Stranger　than　Fiction〃
in　the　Cornhill　Magazinethat　story　for　which　THREE　credible
witnesses　are　ready　to　vouch。　　I　have　had　messages　from　the　dead；
and　not　only　from　the　dead；　but　from　people　who　never　existed　at
all。　　I　own　I　am　in　a　state　of　much　bewilderment：　but；　if　you
please；　will　proceed　with　my　simple；　my　artless　story。

Well；　then。　　We　passed　from　Shepherd's　Inn　into　Holborn；　and　looked
for　a　while　at　Woodgate's　bric…a…brac　shop；　which　I　never　can　pass
without　delaying　at　the　windowsindeed；　if　I　were　going　to　be
hung；　I　would　beg　the　cart　to　stop；　and　let　me　have　one　look　more
at　that　delightful　omnium　gatherum。　　And　passing　Woodgate's；　we
come　to　Gale's　little　shop；　〃No。　47；〃　which　is　also　a　favorite
haunt　of　mine。

Mr。　Gale　happened　to　be　at　his　door；　and　as　we　exchanged
salutations；　〃Mr。　Pinto；〃　I　said；　〃will　you　like　to　see　a　real
curiosity　in　this　curiosity　shop？　　Step　into　Mr。　Gale's　little　back
room。〃

In　that　little　back　parlor　there　are　Chinese　gongs；　there　are　old
Saxe　and　Sevres　plates；　there　is　Furstenberg；　Carl　Theodor；
Worcester；　Amstel；　Nankin　and　other　jimcrockery。　　And　in　the　corner
what　do　you　think　there　is？　　There　is　an　actual　GUILLOTINE。　　If　you
doubt　me；　go　and　seeGale；　High　Holborn；　No。　47。　　It　is　a　slim
instrument；　much　slighter　than　those　which　they　make　now；some
nine　feet　high；　narrow；　a　pretty　piece　of　upholstery　enough。　　There
is　the　hook　over　which　the　rope　used　to　play　which　unloosened　the
dreadful　ax　above；　and　look！　dropped　into　the　orifice　where　the
head　used　to　gothere　is　THE　AX　itself；　all　rusty；　with　A　GREAT
NOTCH　IN　THE　BLADE。

As　Pinto　looked　at　itMr。　Gale　was　not　in　the　room；　I　recollect；
happening　to　have　been　just　called　out　by　a　customer　who　offered
him　three　pound　fourteen　and　sixpence　for　a　blue　Shepherd　in　pate
tendre；Mr。　Pinto　gave　a　little　start；　and　seemed　crispe　for　a
moment。　　Then　he　looked　steadily　toward　one　of　those　great
porcelain　stools　which　you　see　in　gardensandit　seemed　to　meI
tell　you　I　won't　take　my　affidavitI　may　have　been　maddened　by　the
six　glasses　I　took　of　that　pink　elixirI　may　have　been　sleep…
walking：　perhaps　am　as　I　write　nowI　may　have　been　under　the
influence　of　that　astounding　MEDIUM　into　whose　hands　I　had　fallen
but　I　vow　I　heard　Pinto　say；　with　rather　a　ghastly　grin　at　the
porcelain　stool；


　　　　　〃Nay；　nefer　shague　your　gory　locks　at　me；
　　　　　　Dou　canst　not　say　I　did　it。〃


（He　pronounced　it；　by　the　way；　I　DIT　it；　by　which　I　KNOW　that　Pinto
was　a　German。）

I　heard　Pinto　say　those　very　words；　and　sitting　on　the　porcelain
stool　I　saw；　dimly　at　first；　then　with　an　awful　distinctnessa
ghostan　EIDOLONa　formA　HEADLESS　MAN　seated　with　his　head　in
his　lap；　which　wore　an　expression　of　piteous　surprise。

At　this　minute；　Mr。　Gale　entered　from　the　front　shop　to　show　a
customer　some　Delft　plates；　and　he　did　not　seebut　WE　DIDthe
figure　rise　up　from　the　porcelain　stool；　shake　its　head；　which　it
held　in　its　hand；　and　which　kept　its　eyes　fixed　sadly　on　us；　and
disappear　behind　the　guillotine。

〃Come　to　the　'Gray's…Inn　Coffee…House；'〃　Pinto　said；　〃and　I　will
tell　you　how　the　notch　came　to　the　ax。〃　　And　we　walked　down　Holborn
at　about　thirty…seven　minutes　past　six　o'clock。

If　there　is　anything　in　the　above　statement　which　astonishes　the
reader；　I　promise　him　that　in　the　next　chapter　of　this　little　story
he　will　be　astonished　still　more。


II


〃You　will　excuse　me；〃　I　said　to　my　companion；　〃for　remarking　that
when　you　addressed　the　individual　sitting　on　the　porcelain　stool；
with　his　head　in　his　lap；　your　ordinarily　benevolent　features〃
（this　I　confess　was　a　bouncer；　for　between　ourselves　a　more
sinister　and　ill…looking　rascal　than　Mons。　P。　I　have　seldom　set
eyes　on）〃your　ordinarily　handsome　face　wore　an　expression　that
was　by　no　means　pleasing。　　You　grinned　at　the　individual　just　as
you　did　at　me　when　you　went　up　to　the　cei；　pardon　me；　as　I
THOUGHT　you　did；　when　I　fell　down　in　a　fit　in　your　chambers〃；　and　I
qualified　my　words　in　a　great　flutter　and　tremble；　I　did　not　care
to　offend　the　manI　did　not　DARE　to　offend　the　man。　　I　thought
once　or　twice　of　jumping　into　a　cab；　and　flying；　of　taking　refuge
in　Day　and　Martin's　Blacking　Warehouse；　of　speaking　to　a　policeman；
but　not　one　would　come。　　I　was　this　man's　slave。　　I　followed　him
like　his　dog。　　I　COULD　not　get　away　from　him。　　So；　you　see；　I　went
on　meanly　conversing　with　him；　and　affecting　a　simpering
confidence。　　I　remember；　when　I　was　a　little　boy　at　school；　going
up　fawning　and　smiling　in　this　way　to　some　great　hulking　bully　of　a
sixth…form　boy。　　So　I　said　in　a　word；　〃Your　ordinarily　handsome
face　wore　a　disagreeable　expression；〃　&c。

〃It　is　ordinarily　VERY　handsome；〃　said　he；　with　such　a　leer　at　a
couple　of　passers…by；　that　one　of　them　cried；　〃Oh；　crickey；　here's
a　precious　guy！〃　and　a　child；　in　its　nurse's　arms；　screamed　itself
into　convulsions。　　〃Oh；　oui；　che　suis　tres…choli　garcon；　bien　peau；
cerdainement；〃　continued　Mr。　Pinto；　〃but　you　were　right。　　That
that　person　was　not　very　well　pleased　when　he　saw　me。　　There　was　no
love　lost　between　us；　as　you　say：　and　the　world　never　knew　a　more
worthless　miscreant。　　I　hate　him；　voyez…vous？　　I　hated　him　alife；　I
hate　him　dead。　　I　hate　him　man；　I　hate　him　ghost：　and　he　know　it；
and　tremble　before　me。　　If　I　see　him　twenty　tausend　years　hence
and　why　not？I　shall　hate　him　still。　　You　remarked　how　he　was
dressed？〃

〃In　black　satin　breeches　and　striped　stockings；　a　white　pique
waistcoat；　a　gray　coat；　with　large　metal　buttons；　and　his　hair　in
powder。　　He　must　have　worn　a　pigtailonly〃

〃Only　it　was　CUT　OFF！　　Ha；　ha；　ha！〃　　Mr。　Pinto　cried；　yelling　a
laugh；　which　I　observed　made　the　policeman　stare　very　much。　　〃Yes。
It　was　cut　off　by　the　same　blow　which　took　off　the　scoundrel's
headho；　ho；　ho！〃　　And　he　made　a　circle　with　his　hook…nailed
finger　round　his　own　yellow　neck；　and　grinned　with　a　horrible
triumph。　　〃I　promise　you　that　fellow　was　surprised　when　he　found
his　head　in　the　pannier。　　Ha！　ha！　　Do　you　ever　cease　to　hate　those
whom　you　hate？〃fire　flashed　terrifi