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He had come by now to the Strand, that street down which every day he moved to the Law Courts, to his daily work; his work so dignified and regular, so irreproachable, and solid.  No!  The thing was all a monstrous nightmare!  It would go, if he fixed his mind on the familiar objects around, read the names on the shops, looked at the faces passing.  Far down the thoroughfare he caught the outline of the old church, and beyond, the loom of the Law Courts themselves.  The bell of a fire-engine sounded, and the horses came galloping by, with the shining metal, rattle of hoofs and hoarse shouting.  Here was a sensation, real and harmless, dignified and customary!  A woman flaunting round the corner looked up at him, and leered out:  “Good-night!” Even that was customary, tolerable.  Two policemen passed, supporting between them a man the worse for liquor, full of fight and expletives; the sight was soothing, an ordinary thing which brought passing annoyance, interest, disgust.  It had begun to rain; he felt it on his face with pleasure—­an actual thing, not eccentric, a thing which happened every day!

He began to cross the street.  Cabs were going at furious speed now that the last omnibus had ceased to run; it distracted him to take this actual, ordinary risk run so often every day.  During that crossing of the Strand, with the rain in his face and the cabs shooting past, he regained for the first time his assurance, shook off this unreal sense of being in the grip of something, and walked resolutely to the corner of his home turning.  But passing into that darker stretch, he again stood still.  A policeman had also turned into that street on the other side.  Not—­surely not!  Absurd!  They were all alike to look at—­those fellows!  Absurd!  He walked on sharply, and let himself into his house.  But on his way upstairs he could not for the life of him help raising a corner of a curtain and looking from the staircase window.  The policeman was marching solemnly, about twenty-five yards away, paying apparently no attention to anything whatever.


Keith woke at five o’clock, his usual hour, without remembrance.  But the grisly shadow started up when he entered his study, where the lamp burned, and the fire shone, and the coffee was set ready, just as when yesterday afternoon Larry had stood out there against the wall.  For a moment he fought against realisation; then, drinking off his coffee, sat down sullenly at the bureau to his customary three hours’ study of the day’s cases.

Not one word of his brief could he take in.  It was all jumbled with murky images and apprehensions, and for full half an hour he suffered mental paralysis.  Then the sheer necessity of knowing something of the case which he had to open at half-past ten that morning forced him to a concentration which never quite subdued the malaise at the bottom of his heart.  Nevertheless, when he rose at half-past eight and went into the bathroom, he had earned his grim satisfaction in this victory of will-power.  By half-past nine he must be at Larry’s.  A boat left London for the Argentine to-morrow.  If Larry was to get away at once, money must be arranged for.  And then at breakfast he came on this paragraph in the paper: 

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