"
To this remark, which, remembering what he had said in the middle of the
day, showed the wonderful difference that exists between theory and
practice, I made no reply.
Unconsciously, almost, a theory had been forming in my own mind, but I
felt much corroboration of its possibility must be obtained before I
dare give it expression.
Nevertheless, it had taken such hold of me that I could not shake off
the impression, which was surely, though slowly, gaining ground, even
against the dictates of my better judgment.
"I will just read over the account of the inquest once again," I
decided, as I bolted and barred the chain after Munro's departure; and
so, by way of ending the night pleasantly, I took out the report, and
studied it till two, chiming from a neighbouring church, reminded me
that the fire was out, that I had a bad cold, and that I ought to have
been between the blankets and asleep hours previously.
13. LIGHT AT LAST
Now, whether it was owing to having gone out the evening before from a
very warm room into the night air, and, afterwards, into that chilly
library, or to having sat reading the report given about Mr.
Elmsdale's death till I grew chilled to my very marrow, I cannot say,
all I know is, that when I awoke next morning I felt very ill, and
welcomed, with rejoicing of spirit, Ned Munro, who arrived about
mid-day, and at once declared he had come to spend a fortnight with me
in the Uninhabited House.
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