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to glance in at the door and see a dark shape where she hadn’t seen a dark shape before。
there was no sign of a figure in white。
as i transcribed from memory； miss winter’s voice seemed to fill my room with the same degree of reality with which it had filled the library。 she had a way of speaking that engraved itself on my memory and was as reliable as a phonograph recording。 but at this point； where she said； “there was no sign of a figure in white；” she had paused； and so now i paused； pencil hovering above the page； as i considered what had happened next。
i had been engrossed in the story； and so it took me a moment to re…focus my eye from the prone figure of the doctor’s wife in the story to the storyteller herself。 when i did i was dismayed。 miss winter’s normal pallor had given way to an ugly yellow…gray tint； and her frame； always rigid it must be said； seemed at present to be girding itself against some invisible assault。 there was a trembling around her mouth； and i guessed that she was on the point of losing the struggle to hold her lips in a firm line and that a repressed grimace was close to winning the day。
i rose from my chair in alarm but had no idea what i ought to do。
‘miss winter；“ i exclaimed helplessly； ”whatever is it？“
‘my wolf；“ i thought i heard her say； but the effort to speak was enough to send her lips into a quiver。 she closed her eyes； seemed to struggle to measure her breathing。 just as i was on the point of running to find judith； miss winter regained control。 the rise and fall of her chest slowed； the tremors in her face ceased； and though she was still pale as death； she opened her eyes and looked at me。
‘better…“ she said weakly。
slowly i returned to my chair。
‘i thought you said something about a wolf；“ i began。
‘yes。 that black beast that gnaws at my bones whenever he gets a chance。 he loiters in corners and behind doors most of the time； because he’s afraid of these。“ she indicated the white pills on the table beside her。 ”but they don’t last forever。 it’s nearly twelve and they are wearing off。 he is sniffing at my neck。 by half past he will be digging his teeth and claws in。 until one； when i can take another tablet and he will have to return to his corner。 we are always clockwatching； he and i。 he pounces five minutes earlier every day。 but i cannot take my tablets five minutes earlier。 that stays the same。“
‘but surely the doctor—“
‘of course。 once a week； or once every ten days； he adjusts the dose。 only never quite enough。 he does not want to be the one to kill me； you see。 and so when it es； it must be the wolf that finishes me off。“
she looked at me； very matter…of…fact； then relented。
‘the pills are here； look。 and the glass of water。 if i wanted to； i could put an end to it myself。 whenever i chose。 so do not feel sorry for me。 i have chosen this way because i have things to do。“
i nodded。 “all right。”
‘so。 let’s get on and do them； shall we？ where were we？“
‘the doctor’s wife。 in the music room。 with the violin。“
and we continued our work。
charlie wasn’t used to dealing with problems。
he had problems。 plenty of them—holes in the roof； cracked windowpanes； pigeons moldering away in the attic rooms—but he ignored them。 or perhaps was so far removed from the world that he just didn’t notice them。 when the water penetration got too bad he just closed up a room and started using another one。 the house was big enough； after all。 one wonders whether in his slow…moving mind he realized that other people actively maintained their homes。 but then； dilapidation was his natural environment。 he felt at home in it。
still； a doctor’s wife apparently dead in the music room was a problem he couldn’t ignore。 if it had been one of us… but an outsider。 that was another matter。 something had to be done； although he had no notion of what that something might be； and he stared； stricken； at the doctor’s wife as she put her hand to her throbbing head and moaned。 he might be stupid； but he knew what this meant。 calamity was ing。
the missus sent john…the…dig for the doctor and in due course the doctor arrived。 and it seemed for a while that premonitions of disaster were ill…founded； for it was found that the doctor’s wife was not badly hurt at all； barely even concussed。 she refused a tot of brandy； accepted tea and after a short while was as right as rain。 “it was a woman；” she said。 “a woman in white。”
‘nonsense；“ said the missus； at once reassuring and dismissive。 ”there is no woman in white in the house。“
tears glittered in mrs。 maudsley’s brown eyes； but she was adamant。 “yes； a woman； slightly built； there on the chaise lounge。 she heard the piano and rose up and—”
‘did you see her for long？“ dr。 maudsley asked。
‘no； it was just for a moment。“
‘well then； you see？ it cannot be；“ the missus interrupted her； and though her voice was sympathetic it was also firm。 ”there is no woman in white。 you must have seen a ghost。“
and then for the first time； john…the…dig’s voice was heard。 “they do say that the house is haunted。”
for a moment the assembled group looked at the broken violin abandoned on the floor； and considered the lump that was forming on mrs。 maudsley’s temple； but before anyone had time to respond to the theory； isabelle appeared in the doorway。 slim and willowy； she was wearing a pale lemon dress； her haphazard topknot was unkempt and her eyes； though beautiful； were wild。
‘could this be the person you saw？“ the doctor asked his wife。
mrs。 maudsley measured isabelle against the picture in her mind。 how many shades separate white from pale yellow？ where exactly is the borderline between slight and slim？ how might a blow to the head affect a person’s memory？ she wavered； then； seeing the emerald eyes and finding an exact match in her memory； decided。
‘yes。 this is the person。“
the missus and john…the…dig avoided exchanging a glance。
from that moment； forgetting his wife； it was isabelle the doctor attended to。 he looked at her closely； kindly； with worry in the back of his eyes while he asked her question after questi