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Even the galley-slave has his holiday this is mine. I am going to see the hounds throw off at Rood Acre, and forget for one day that I have an inch of landed property in the world." "But, George, if the pink-room ceiling is not put right by Saturday, where shall we put Uncle Augustus?" "Into the room just opposite to Lindy's." "What! that little room? In the bachelor's passage?

He could read it plainly "Pink-Room Cupboard." A word followed which was not quite so intelligible to him the word "Duplicate." But he had no need to trouble himself about this. "Pink-Room Cupboard," on a second key, told him all he wanted to know. His eyes sparkled he opened his lips looked at Mrs. Wagner, busily engaged with her pen and restrained himself within the hard limits of silence. "Aha!

He entered into another confused narrative, which brought him, in due course of time, to the dropping of the key and the picking of it up. "I happened to read 'Pink-Room Cupboard' on the handle," he proceeded; "and when I asked what it meant she called me a fool, and snatched the key out of my hand. Do you suppose I was going to wear her gloves after that? No!

Before, however, we had removed the remains to the Deadhouse, I must own I was a little startled prepare yourself for a surprise by a private communication, addressed to me by Jack." He repeated Jack's narrative of the opening of the Pink-Room cupboard, and the administration of the antidote to Mrs. Wagner.

One by one he ranged them in a row, with a single exception. The key of the desk happened to be the first that he took up. He kissed it it was her key and put it back in the bag. Placing the others before him, the duplicate key was the last in the line. The inscription caught his eye. He held it to the light and read "Pink-Room Cupboard."

She looked at the key left in the cupboard. It was of an old-fashioned pattern but evidently also of the best workmanship of the time. On its flat handle it bore engraved the words, "Pink-Room Cupboard" so called from the color of the curtains and hangings in the bedchamber. "Is my brain softening?" she said to herself. "What a horrible mistake! What a frightful risk to have run!"

Jack picked the key up and noticed the inscription on the handle. "Pink-Room Cupboard," he read. "Why do they call it by that name?" In her over-wrought state of mind, she had even felt the small irritating influence of an entangled pocket. She was in no temper to endure simple questions patiently. "Look at the pink curtains, you fool!" she said and snatched the key out of his hand.

It was the phial which Madame Fontaine had repentantly kept to herself, after having expressly filled it for him with the fatal dose of "Alexander's Wine" the phial which he had found, when he first opened the "Pink-Room Cupboard." In the astonishment and delight of finding the blue-glass bottle immediately afterwards, he had entirely forgotten it.