It is nothing to us; and what we see may poison our sleep
for ever.'
She looked appealingly at Dr Porhoet. He was white and anxious. The heat
of that place had made the sweat break out on his forehead.
'I have seen enough. I want to see no more,' he said.
'Then you may go, both of you,' answered Arthur. 'I do not wish to force
you to see anything. But I shall go on. Whatever it is, I wish to find
out.'
'But Haddo? Supposing he is there, waiting? Perhaps you are only walking
into a trap that he has set for you.'
'I am convinced that Haddo is dead.'
Again that unintelligible jargon, unhuman and shrill, fell upon their
ears, and Arthur stepped forward. Susie did not hesitate. She was
prepared to follow him anywhere. He opened the door, and there was a
sudden quiet. Whatever made those sounds was there. It was a larger room
than any on the others and much higher, for it ran along the whole front
of the house. The powerful lamps showed every corner of it at once, but,
above, the beams of the open ceiling were dark with shadow.
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