e truth of his assertion, and the justness of his anger.
"Forgive me, old man," I said, very crestfallen, "but my impulse was a
natural one, you'll admit. You must remember that I have been trained
never to refuse aid when aid is asked."
"Shut up, Petrie!" he growled; "forget it."
The cries had ceased now, entirely, and a peal of thunder, louder than
any yet, echoed over distant Sedgemoor. The chasm of light splitting the
heavens closed in, leaving the night wholly black.
"Don't talk!" rapped Smith; "act! You wedged your door?"
"Yes."
"Good. Get into that cupboard, have your Browning ready, and keep the
door very slightly ajar."
He was in that mood of repressed fever which I knew and which always
communicated itself to me. I spoke no further word, but stepped into
the wardrobe indicated and drew the door nearly shut. The recess just
accommodated me, and through the aperture I could see the bed, vaguely,
the open window, and part of the opposite wall. I saw Smith cross the
floor, as a mighty clap of thunder boomed over the house.
A gleam of lightning flickered through the gloom.
I saw the bed for a moment, distinctly, and it appeared to me that Smith
lay therein, with the sheets pulled up over his head. The light was
gone, and I could hear big drops of rain pattering upon the leaden
gutter below the open window.
My mood was strange, detached, and characterized by vagueness. That Van
Roon lay dead upon the moor I was convinced; and--although I recognized
that it must be a sufficient one--I could not even dimly divine the
reason why we had refrained from lending him aid. To have failed to save
him, knowing his peril, would have been bad enough; to have refused, I
thought was shameful. Better to have shared his fate--yet...
The downpour was increasing, and beating now a regular tattoo upon the
gutterway. Then, splitting the oblong of greater blackness which marked
the casement, quivered dazzlingly another flash of lightning in which
I saw the bed again, with that impression of Smith curled up in it. The
blinding light died out; came the crash of thunder, harsh and fearsome,
more imminently above the tower than ever. The building seemed to shake.
Coming as they did, horror and the wrath of heaven together, suddenly,
crashingly, black and angry after the fairness of the day, these
happenings and their setting must have terrorized the stoutest heart;
but somehow I seemed detached, as I have said, and s
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