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Updated: May 12, 2025
"You will certainly think I am more than eccentric to sit here fulfilling the part of a local guide." Even as she spoke the words, a sound intruded from the road outside. A heavy footstep came first, the footstep of one who approached the door of the inn; then: "Martin!" I heard; "a moment, please." It was Dr. Damar Greefe!
Damar Greefe was by no means normal; in fact I think he was a dangerous and very brilliant maniac." "At any rate," added Gatton, "no trace of this Nahémah has been found which, at the least, is very significant." "Significant, if you like," I replied; "but for my own part I have no ambition whatever to see again those dreadful green eyes."
"However, no doubt seems to have arisen at the time, as you can well understand; nevertheless, I, personally, count the death of Roger Coverly as the first of the outrages to be laid to the credit of Dr. Damar Greefe!" "The object of the whole thing is still completely dark to me," I declared.
But he speaketh not further of the maner how he was made away, sauing that he saith he forbeareth to make long recitall of this matter, bicause he will not renew the mothers gréefe in hearing it, sith there can be no greater sorrow to the mother than to heare of hir sonnes death.
Damar Greefe, dated only a short time after the death of Sir Burnham, to Sir Marcus, asking him to visit Friar's Park! The doctor explained that the state of Lady Coverly's health made it impossible for her to entertain, but he assured Sir Marcus that she was anxious to see him and to heal any breach which might exist between them.
Something repellent, yet something powerful, there was in word and glance. Gatton, who also had sprung forward, hesitated. Damar Greefe raised one hand from the chair-arm and waved to us to return to our chairs. Exchanging wondering glances, we both obeyed. His hand shook wildly as he returned the timepiece to its place. Then: "I must hasten," he said hoarsely.
I thought of my own case, but it did not seem to afford a strict analogy. Then, who was the "niece" so closely guarded by Dr. Greefe? And if she was none other than my late elegant visitor why had she sought the interview? Not even my natural modesty, which in such matters I have sometimes thought to be excessive, could conceal from me the fact that she had found my society pleasing.
In despite of these measures, the hunted man had made good his retreat; and Blythe and I had entered the outskirts of London without once sighting the car in which Dannar Greefe had fled. No communication reached me on the following morning, and I found myself, consumed with impatient curiosity, temporarily out of touch with Gatton.
I heard the door-bell ring, and I heard Coates's regular tread as he proceeded along the passage. There was a brief, muttered colloquy, a rap on the study-door, and Coates entered. "A sergeant of police and a constable, sir, to see Inspector Gatton!" Damar Greefe raised his thin, yellow hand. His voice, when next he spoke, exhibited no trace of emotion. "Let them be told to wait," he said.
Mentally I recaptured the high, rather coarse tones of his voice, and remembering how, touched by the spell which had seemed to lie upon the whole country-side, I had thought of him as Asmodeus, the master of the witches' revels, I determined that my judgment had been not inexact. For now I identified the speaker as Dr. Damar Greefe!
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