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Updated: June 13, 2025
"My friend," he said, "you know very well that when we walk in the great paths of life I am unscrupulous. In those other hours, alas! I have a weakness, I love women." "Well?" Dominey muttered. "I will admit," the other continued, "that you are placed in a delicate and trying position.
In her rusty black clothes, unrelieved by any trace of colour, her white cheeks and strange eyes, even in the morning light she was a repellent figure. Dominey strolled across to her. "You see, Mrs. Unthank," he began She interrupted him. Her skinny hand was stretched out towards the wood. "What are those men doing, Sir Everard Dominey?" she demanded. "What is your will with the wood?"
You know what I look for from you, what I must find from you or go down into hell, ashamed and miserable." He felt his throat suddenly dry. "Listen," he muttered, "until the hour strikes, I must remain to you as to the world, alone or in a crowd Everard Dominey. There is one way and one way only of carrying through my appointed task." She gave a little hysterical sob. "Wait," she begged.
Caroline, Duchess of Worcester, sat perfectly still for a moment with her mouth open, a condition which was entirely natural but unbecoming. "And you mean to tell me that you really are Everard Dominey?" she exclaimed. "The weight of evidence is rather that way," he murmured. He moved his chair deliberately a little nearer, took her hand and raised it to his lips.
They drove off together, the returned traveller gazing all the time out of the window into the crowded streets, the lawyer a little thoughtful. "While I think of it, Sir Everard," the latter said, as they drew near their destination. "I should be glad of a short conversation with you before you go down to Dominey." "With regard to anything in particular?"
"Our locals say that somewhere in the heart of the wood, where I believe that no human being for many years has dared to penetrate, there is living in the spiritual sense some sort of a demon who comes out only at night and howls underneath my windows." "Has any one ever seen it?" "One or two of the villagers; to the best of my belief, no one else," Dominey replied.
The two men parted, and curiously enough Dominey was conscious that with those few awkward words of farewell some part of the incipient antagonism between them had been buried. Left to himself, he wandered for some moments up and down the great, dimly lit hall. A strange restlessness seemed to have fastened itself upon him.
Then the lights of the car flashed out as it left the garage, passed through the iron gates and drew up a few yards away. "Help him in," Dominey ordered. "You can loosen his cords, Johnson, as soon as you have started. He has very little strength. Tell them at the hospital I shall probably be there during the day, or to-morrow." With a little shiver the two men stooped to their task.
Through the silence of the hall there pealed the summons of the great bell which hung over the front door. Dominey glanced at the clock in amazement. "Midnight!" he exclaimed. "Who on earth can be coming here at this time of night!" Instinctively they both rose to their feet. A manservant had turned the great key, drawn the bolts, and opened the door with difficulty.
I am as I have been addressed here, and as I must remain yet for months to come Everard Dominey, an Englishman and the owner of this house the husband of Lady Dominey." "Where is your reputed wife?" Stephanie demanded, frowning. "In the nursing home where she has been for the last few months," he replied. "She has already practically recovered. She cannot remain there much longer."
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