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THE BEAST WITH FIVE FINGERS

and romp in the gallery without fear of accident. This Eustace
closed, and, having considerably narrowed the circle of his search, returned to his desk by the fire.
How gloomy the library was! There was no sense of intimacy about the room. The few busts that an eighteenth-century Borlsover had brought back from the grand tour might have been in keeping in the old library. Here they seemed out of place. They made the room feel cold in spite of the heavy red damask curtain and great gilt cornices.
With a crash two heavy books fell from the gallery to the floor; then, as Borlsover looked, another, and yet another.
'Very well. You'll starve for this, my beauty!' he said. `We'll do some little experiments on the metabolism of rats deprived of water. Go on! Chuck them dawn! I think I've got the upper hand.' He turned once more to his correspondence. The letter was from the family solicitor. It spoke
of his uncle's death, and of the valuable collection of books that had been left to him in the will.
There was one request [he read] which certainly came as a surprise to me. As you know, Mr. Adrian Borlsover had left instructions that his body was to be buried in as simple a manner as possible at Eastbourne. He expressed a desire that there should be neither wreaths nor flowers of any kind, and hoped that his
friends and relatives would not consider it necessary to wear mourning. The day before his death we received a letter can
celling these instructions. He wished the body to be xmbalmed (he gave us the address of the man we were to employ-Pennifer, Y,udgate Hill), with orders that his right hand should be sent to you, stating that it was at your special request. The other arrangements about the funeral remained unaltered.
`Good Lord,' said Eustace, `what in the world was the old boy driving at? And what in the name of all that's holy is that?'
Someone was in the gallery. Someone had pulled the cord attached to one of the blinds, and it had rolled up with a snap. Someone must be in the gallery, far a second blind did the same. Someone must be walking round the gallery, for one after the other the blinds sprang up, letting in the moonlight.

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