"I'm ready, Mr. Beaumaroy," said Doctor Mary.
They walked along together in silence for fully half the way. Then
Beaumaroy spoke. "He was extremely excited--at his worst--when he and I
went into the cottage. I had to humor him in every way; it was the only
thing to do. That was followed by great fatigue, a sort of collapse. I
persuaded him to go to bed. I hope we shall find him there, but I don't
know. He would let me go only on condition that I left the door of the
Tower unlocked, so that he could go in there if he wanted to. If he has,
I'm afraid that you may see something--well, something rather bizarre,
Dr. Arkroyd."
"That's all in the course of my profession."
Silence fell on them again, till the outline of cottage and Tower came
into view through the darkness. Beaumaroy spoke only once again before
they reached the garden gate.
"If he should happen to be calmer now, I hope you will not consider it
necessary to tell him that you suspect anything unusual."
"He is secretive?"
"He lives in terror."
"Of what?"
"Of being shut up. May I lead the way in, Dr.
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