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Barrymore said that he had.

"Did the boy deliver it into your own hands?" asked Sir Henry.

Barrymore looked surprised, and considered for a little time.

"No," said he, "I was in the box-room at the time, and my wife brought it up to me."

"Did you answer it yourself?"

"No; I told my wife what to answer and she went down to write it."

In the evening he recurred to the subject of his own accord.

"I could not quite understand the object of your questions this morning, Sir Henry," said he. "I trust that they do not mean that I have done anything to forfeit your confidence?"

Sir Henry had to assure him that it was not so and pacify him by giving him a considerable part of his old wardrobe, the London outfit having now all arrived.

Mrs. Barrymore is of interest to me.

She is a heavy, solid person, very limited, intensely respectable, and inclined to be puritanical.

You could hardly conceive a less emotional subject.

Yet I have told you how, on the first night here, I heard her sobbing bitterly, and since then I have more than once observed traces of tears upon her face.

Some deep sorrow gnaws ever at her heart.

Sometimes I wonder if she has a guilty memory which haunts her, and sometimes I suspect Barrymore of being a domestic tyrant.

I have always felt that there was something singular and questionable in this man's character, but the adventure of last night brings all my suspicions to a head.

And yet it may seem a small matter in itself.

You are aware that I am not a very sound sleeper, and since I have been on guard in this house my slumbers have been lighter than ever.

Last night, about two in the morning, I was aroused by a stealthy step passing my room.

I rose, opened my door, and peeped out.

A long black shadow was trailing down the corridor.

It was thrown by a man who walked softly down the passage with a candle held in his hand.

He was in shirt and trousers, with no covering to his feet.

I could merely see the outline, but his height told me that it was Barrymore.

He walked very slowly and circumspectly, and there was something indescribably guilty and furtive in his whole appearance.

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