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The revellers are old, and the monks are young. It was the monks who were the spendthrifts of happiness, and we who are its misers. Doubtless, as is apparent from Mr Adderley's book, the clear and tranquil life of the Three Vows had a fine and delicate effect on the genius of Francis. He was primarily a poet.
The casket was empty! It was like a conjuring trick. That the hand had been in the box when I had taken it up from Adderley's table I could have sworn before any jury. When and by whom it had been removed was a puzzle beyond my powers of unravelling. I stepped toward the telephone and then remembered that Paul Harley was out of London.
And Walden, shaking hands with all the vigour Adderley's grasp enforced upon him, escaped at last into the sanctuary of his own garden, and hastened under the covering shadow of the trees that bordered the lawn. Adderley watched him disappear, and then went on his own way with a gratified air of perfect complacency.
"Was there really anything in that story, or was it suggested by the unpleasant reputation of Adderley?" Jennings asked. "I can settle any doubts upon that point," said I; whereupon I immediately became a focus of general attention. "What! were you ever at that place of Adderley's at Katong?" asked Jennings with intense curiosity.
"Throw it in the river," he answered. "Burn it. Do anything you like with it, but take it out of my sight!" As I descended to the street the liftman regarded me in a curious and rather significant way. Finally, just as I was about to step out into the hall: "Excuse me, sir," he said, having evidently decided that I was a fit person to converse with, "but are you a friend of Mr. Adderley's?"
He was vexed to be compelled to listen to Adderley's criticism of Maryllia Vancourt's physical charms, yet he was powerless to offer any remonstrance. "But, after all," continued Julian, gazing up into the pink and mauve clouds of the kindling sunset, "The tall woman might possibly, from the very coldness of her height, be unsympathetic. She might be unclaspable.
The door regained, she paused for a moment and extended one small hand in Adderley's direction. "I hate you," she said slowly, "hate you! Hate you!" She went out, quietly closing the door behind her. Adderley turned to me with an embarrassed laugh. "I know you think I am a brute and an outsider," he said, "and perhaps I am. Everybody says I am, so I suppose there must be something in it.
Death was due to drowning, but his throat was greatly discoloured as though it had been clutched in a fierce grip. It was I who identified the body, and as many people will know, in spite of the closest inquiries, the mystery of Adderley's death has not been properly cleared up to this day. The identity of the lady who visited him at his chambers was never discovered. She completely disappeared.
"Your idea of fun is probably a peculiar one," I said dryly. Let me confess that I was only suffering the man's society because of an intense curiosity which now possessed me on learning that the lady of Katong was still in Adderley's company. Whether my repugnance for his society would have enabled me to remain any longer I cannot say.
But as if Fate had deliberately planned that I should become a witness of the concluding phases of this secret drama, we were now interrupted a second time, and again in a dramatic fashion. Adderley's nondescript valet came in with letters and a rather large brown paper parcel sealed and fastened with great care.
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