he felt better, but not himself; he did not feel himself at
all. After a pause for consideration he put on his jacket,--he had been
gardening in his shirt-sleeves,--went into his house, out into the road,
and then up to the door of his neighbor. There he rang the bell and
knocked. A maid came. "Is your master in?" he asked. "Yes, sir, he's
sitting in the summer-house at the end of the garden." "How long's he
been there?" "About half an hour, sir, as near as I can reckon." "Could
I see him?" "Certainly, sir." "Perhaps you'd--perhaps you'd show me to
the summer-house." "Yes, sir."

Mr. Jenkins-Smith and the maid went to the end of the garden, and there,
in the summer-house, they found the corpse of a suicide hanging from a
beam in the roof.

This was the ugly story which had come into Rosamund's mind as she
stood by the seat close to the garden wall. On the other side of Mr.
Jenkins-Smith's wall had been the summer-house of his neighbor; on the
other side of her wall there was the Dark Entry. She stood considering
this fact and thinking of the man's terror in his garden. He had been
subject surely to an emanation. A mysterious message had been sent to
him by the corpse which dangled from the beam on the other side of the
wall.

She went nearer to the wall of the garden and listened attentively. Had
she not heard a sound in the Dark Entry? It seemed to her that some one
had come into the stone corridor while she had been walking up and
down on the path, and was now standing there motionless. But how very
unlikely it was that any one would do such a thing! It must be quite
black there now, and very cold on the stone pavement, between the stone
walls, under the roof of stone. Of course no one was there.

Nevertheless she went on listening with a sort of painful attention. And
distress came upon her. It began in a sort of physical malaise out of
which a mental dread, such as she had never yet experienced, was born.
She felt now quite certain that some one was standing still in the Dark
Entry, very close to her, but separated from her by two walls of brick
and stone; and something of this unseen person, of his attention, or
his anger, or his terror, or his criminal intent, in any case something
tremendously powerful, pierced the walls and came upon her and enveloped
her. She opened her lips, not knowing what she was going to say, and
from them came the cry:

"Dion!"

Silence followed her cry.

"Dion! Dion!" she called