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I waited, wondering if I should force hia me very intensely, infinitelylittle devices he'd learned to record details so that he would rereat the shock of an experience while it was going on

Tall, not heavy, not slender either A good build Large, very well-forentleman; a lover of tweed and leather and dark woods, and tea, and dampness and the dark park outside, and the lovely wholeso of this house

And his age, sixty-five or so A very good age He knew things younger men just could not possibly know This was the e in ancient times Not really old for the twentieth century at all

Louis was still in the other room, but he knew Louis was there He looked towards the doorway now And then back to me

Then he rose, and surprised me utterly He extended his hand

"How do you do?" he said

I laughed I took his hand and shook it fir his reactions, his astonishment when he felt how cold my flesh was; how lifeless in any conventional sense

He was frightened all right But he was also powerfully curious; powerfully interested

Then very agreeably and very courteously he said, "Jesse isn't dead, is she?"

Ae; the nuances of politeness The world's great diplosters were like Yet there was such grief there for Jesse, and as I to disrief?

I looked at him solemnly "Oh, yes," I said "Make no aze firet about Jesse," I said He gave a little nod, eyes glancing off for a ain, with as much curiosity as beforeI made a little circle in the center of the rooainst the side of the bedroo me with such scorn and disapproval But this was no ti I was thinking of so Khayman had told me "I have a question for you now," I said "Yes "

"I'o down into your cellar I slip into unconsciousness there You know " I esture "What would you do? Would you kill ht about it for less than two seconds

"No "

"But you knohat I ahtest doubt in your mind, is there? Why wouldn't you?"

"Many reasons," he said "I'd want to know about you I'd want to talk to you No, I wouldn't kill you Nothing couldthe truth coht it frightfully callous and disrespectful to killas mysterious and old as I was