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Weiss astonished me by transferring the arm that he held to the housekeeper. "If you will excuse me, doctor," said he, "I will go now and attend to some rather important business that I have had to leave unfinished. Mrs. Schallibaum will be able to give you all the assistance that you require, and will order the carriage when you think it safe to leave the patient.
All this time, it will be observed, I had been taking it for granted that the lady in black had followed me from Kensington to this shop; that, in fact, she was none other than Mrs. Schallibaum. And, indeed, the circumstances had rendered the conclusion inevitable. In the very instant when I had perceived the displacement of the left eye, complete recognition had come upon me.
"Very well; then we may take it that when you arrived at the Mansion House, Mrs. Schallibaum was one of your inside passengers. It was a rather quaint situation, I think." "Yes, confound her! What a couple of noodles she must have thought us!" "No doubt. And that is the one consoling feature in the case. She will have taken us for a pair of absolute greenhorns. But to continue.
"Yes, I un'stan'. But why does this gennlem'n ?" "Now it's of no use for you to ask a lot of questions," Mrs. Schallibaum said playfully; "we'll talk to you to-morrow. Good night, doctor. I'll light you down the stairs, but I won't come down with you, or the patient will be falling asleep again." Taking this definite dismissal, I retired, followed by a dreamily surprised glance from the sick man.
Schallibaum, or even that she might have looked the name up in the directory, presented a probability too remote to be worth entertaining. But, if I reached no satisfactory conclusion, my cogitations had one useful effect; they occupied my mind to the exclusion of that unfortunate draught of tea. Not that I had been seriously uneasy after the first shock.
Schallibaum, white-faced, terrified, expectant, haunted me continually. In truth, my interest in the Blackmore case was little more than academic, whereas in the Kennington case I was one of the parties and was personally concerned. To me, John Blackmore was but a name, Jeffrey but a shadowy figure to which I could assign no definite personality, and Stephen himself but a casual stranger. Mr.
And yet he had gone away and left me with the patient and the housekeeper. But when I came to think about it I remembered that Mrs. Schallibaum had shown some anxiety to prevent the patient from talking. She had interrupted him more than once, and had on two occasions broken in when he seemed to be about to ask me some question. I was "mistaken" about something.
Schallibaum stood in the open doorway with a lighted candle. But she was a good deal less self-possessed this time. In fact she looked rather wild and terrified. Even by the candle-light I could see that she was very pale and she seemed unable to keep still. As she gave me the few necessary words of explanation, she fidgeted incessantly and her hands and feet were in constant movement.
Then he looked at me again and said: "Thing, sir, you are mistake mistaken me mist " Here Mrs. Schallibaum interrupted sharply: "The doctor thinks it's good for you to walk about. You've been sleeping too much. He doesn't want you to sleep any more just now." "Don't wanter sleep; wanter lie down," said the patient. "But you mustn't lie down for a little while.
To-morrow evening we shall have to give a full explanation, so you have another twenty-four hours in which to think it over. And, meanwhile, I am going to take you to my club to dine. I think we shall be pretty safe there from Mrs. Schallibaum." He sat down and wrote a letter, which was apparently quite a short one, and having addressed and stamped it, prepared to go out.
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