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She understood him and believed him。 〃My curiosity shall never embarrass you again；〃 she answered warmly。 〃I won't even remember that I wanted to hear how you got on in Sir Jervis's house。〃
His gratitude seized the opportunity of taking her harmlessly into his confidence。 〃As Sir Jervis's guest；〃 he said； 〃my experience is at your service。 Only tell me how I can interest you。〃
She replied； with some hesitation； 〃I should like to know what happened when you first saw Mrs。 Rook。〃 To her surprise and relief； he at once complied with her wishes。
〃We met；〃 he said； 〃on the evening when I first entered the house。 Sir Jervis took me into the dining…roomand there sat Miss Redwood； with a large black cat on her lap。 Older than her brother； taller than her brother； leaner than her brotherwith strange stony eyes； and a skin like parchmentshe looked （if I may speak in contradictions） like a living corpse。 I was presented； and the corpse revived。 The last lingering relics of former good breeding showed themselves faintly in her brow and in her smile。 You will hear more of Miss Redwood presently。 In the meanwhile； Sir Jervis made me reward his hospitality by professional advice。 He wished me to decide whether the artists whom he had employed to illustrate his wonderful book had cheated him by overcharges and bad workand Mrs。 Rook was sent to fetch the engravings from his study upstairs。 You remember her petrified appearance； when she first read the inscription on your locket？ The same result followed when she found herself face to face with me。 I saluted her civillyshe was deaf and blind to my politeness。 Her master snatched the illustrations out of her hand； and told her to leave the room。 She stood stockstill； staring helplessly。 Sir Jervis looked round at his sister； and I followed his example。 Miss Redwood was observing the housekeeper too attentively to notice anything else； her brother was obliged to speak to her。 'Try Rook with the bell；' he said。 Miss Redwood took a fine old bronze hand…bell from the table at her side； and rang it。 At the shrill silvery sound of the bell； Mrs。 Rook put her hand to her head as if the ringing had hurt herturned instantly； and left us。 'Nobody can manage Rook but my sister；' Sir Jervis explained； 'Rook is crazy。' Miss Redwood differed with him。 'No！' she said。 Only one word； but there were volumes of contradiction in it。 Sir Jervis looked at me slyly； meaning； perhaps； that he thought his sister crazy too。 The dinner was brought in at the same moment； and my attention was diverted to Mrs。 Rook's husband。〃
〃What was he like？〃 Emily asked。
〃I really can't tell you； he was one of those essentially commonplace persons； whom one never looks at a second time。 His dress was shabby； his head was bald； and his hands shook when he waited on us at tableand that is all I remember。 Sir Jervis and I feasted on salt fish； mutton； and beer。 Miss Redwood had cold broth； with a wine…glass full of rum poured into it by Mr。 Rook。 'She's got no stomach；' her brother informed me； 'hot things come up again ten minutes after they have gone down her throat； she lives on that beastly mixture； and calls it broth…grog！' Miss Redwood sipped her elixir of life； and occasionally looked at me with an appearance of interest which I was at a loss to understand。 Dinner being over； she rang her antique bell。 The shabby old man…servant answered her call。 'Where's your wife？' she inquired。 'Ill； miss。' She took Mr。 Rook's arm to go out； and stopped as she passed me。 'Come to my room； if you please； sir； to…morrow at two o'clock；' she said。 Sir Jervis explained again： 'She's all to pieces in the morning' （he invariably called his sister 'She'）； 'and gets patched up toward the middle of the day。 Death has forgotten her； that's about the truth of it。' He lighted his pipe and pondered over the hieroglyphics found among the ruined cities of Yucatan； I lighted my pipe； and read the only book I could find in the dining…rooma dreadful record of shipwrecks and disasters at sea。 When the room was full of tobacco…smoke we fell asleep in our chairsand when we awoke again we got up and went to bed。 There is the true story of my first evening at Redwood Hall。〃
Emily begged him to go on。 〃You have interested me in Miss Redwood；〃 she said。 〃You kept your appointment； of course？〃
〃I kept my appointment in no very pleasant humor。 Encouraged by my favorable report of the illustrations which he had submitted to my judgment； Sir Jervis proposed to make me useful to him in a new capacity。 'You have nothing particular to do；' he said； 'suppose you clean my pictures？' I gave him one of my black looks； and made no other reply。 My interview with his sister tried my powers of self…command in another way。 Miss Redwood declared her purpose in sending for me the moment I entered the room。 Without any preliminary remarksspeaking slowly and emphatically； in a wonderfully strong voice for a woman of her ageshe said； 'I have a favor to ask of you； sir。 I want you to tell me what Mrs。 Rook has done。' I was so staggered that I stared at her like a fool。 She went on： 'I suspected Mrs。 Rook； sir； of having guilty remembrances on her conscience before she had been a week in our service。' Can you imagine my astonishment when I heard that Miss Redwood's view of Mrs。 Rook was my view？ Finding that I still said nothing； the old lady entered into details： 'We arranged； sir；' （she persisted in calling me 'sir；' with the formal politeness of the old school）'we arranged； sir； that Mrs。 Rook and her husband should occupy the bedroom next to mine； so that I might have her near me in case of my being taken ill in the night。 She looked at the door between the two roomssuspicious！ She asked if there was any objection to her changing to another roomsuspicious！ suspicious！ Pray take a seat； sir； and tell me which Mrs。 Rook is guilty oftheft or murder？' 〃
〃What a dreadful old woman！〃 Emily exclaimed。 〃How did you answer her？〃
〃I told her； with perfect truth； that I knew nothing of Mrs。 Rook's secrets。 Miss Redwood's humor took a satirical turn。 'Allow me to ask； sir； whether your eyes were shut； when our housekeeper found herself unexpectedly in your presence？' I referred the old lady to her brother's opinion。 'Sir Jervis believes Mrs。 Rook to be crazy；' I reminded her。 'Do you refuse to trust me； sir？' 'I have no information to give you； madam。' She waved her skinny old hand in the direction of the door。 I made my bow； and retired。 She called me back。 'Old women used to be prophets； sir； in the bygone time；' she said。 'I will venture on a prediction。 You will be the means of depriving us of the services of Mr。 and Mrs。 Rook。 If you will be so good as to stay here a day or two longer you will hear that those two people have given us notice to quit。 It will be her doing； mindhe is a mere cypher。 I wish you good…morning。' Will you believe me； when I tell you that the prophecy was fulfilled？〃
〃Do you mean that they actually left the house？〃
〃They would certainly have left the house；〃 Alban answered； 〃if Sir Jervis had not insisted on receiving the customary month's warning。 He asserted his resolution by locking up the old husband in the pantry。 His sister's suspicio