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A pause Silence Quartermain found he didn’t knohat to say next

Goodbye then?

The old man nodded, his eyes misted with tears

His bed, the coverlet, his body was flat as a tabletop What had been there for seventy years was now totally and coone

‘Goodbye,’ said Mr Quarterht air

I wonder, he thought, where, oh just where in hell he has gone?

The great courthouse clock struck three

And Mr Quartermain slept

Douglas opened his eyes in the dark The town clock finished the last stroke of three

He looked at the ceiling Nothing He looked at the s Nothing Only the night breeze fluttered the pale curtains

‘Who’s there?’ he whispered

Nothing

‘Someone’s here,’ he whispered

And at last he asked again, ‘Who,’ he said, ‘is there?’

Here, so murmured