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〃whose house is that； constable？〃 asked the elder of the two gentlemen。
〃mr。 dorian grays； sir；〃 answered the policeman。
they looked at each other； as they walked away； and sneered。 one of them was sir henry ashtons uncle。
inside； in the servants part of the house； the half…clad domestics were talking in low whispers to each other。 old mrs。 leaf was crying and wringing her hands。 francis was as pale as death。
after about a quarter of an hour； he got the coachman and one of the footmen and crept upstairs。 they knocked； but there was no reply。 they called out。 everything was still。 finally； after vainly trying to force the door； they got on the roof and dropped down on to the balcony。 the windows yielded easily……their bolts were old。
when they entered； they found hanging upon the wall a splendid portrait of their master as they had last seen him； in all the wonder of his exquisite youth and beauty。 lying on the floor was a dead man； in evening dress； with a knife in his heart。 he was withered； wrinkled； and loathsome of visage。 it was not till they had examined the rings that they recognized who it was。
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