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amazement, read the name of Gabriel John Utterson. He looked at Poole, and then back at the papers, and last of all at the dead malefactor stretched upon the carpet. `My head goes round,' he said. `He has been all these days in possession; he had no cause to like me; he must have raged to see himself displaced; and he has not destroyed this document.' He caught the next paper; it was a brief note in the doctor's hand and dated at the top. `O Poole!' the lawyer cried, `he was alive and here this day. He cannot have been disposed of in so short a space; he must be still alive, he must have fled! And then, why fled? and how? and in that case can we venture to declare this suicide? O, we must be careful. I foresee that we may yet involve your master in some dire catastrophe.' `Why don't you read it, sir?' asked Poole. `Because I fear,' replied the lawyer, solemnly. `God grant I have no cause for it!' And with that he brought the paper to his eyes, and read as follows: My Dear Utterson, - `There was a third enclosure,' asked Utterson. `Here, sir,' said Poole, and gave into his hands a considerable packet sealed in several places. The lawyer put it in his pocket. `I would say nothing of this paper. If your master has fled or is dead, we may at least save his credit. It is now ten; I must go home and read these documents in quiet; but I shall be back before midnight, when we shall send for the police.' They went out, locking the door of the theatre behind them; and Utterson, once more leaving the servants gathered about the fire in the hall, trudged back to his office to read the two narratives in which this mystery was now to be explained. |
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