The Pointing Man - A Burmese Mystery by Marjorie Douie
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sound, and twice lately I have been awakened by sounds."
"The _Durwan_," suggested Hartley. "Not the _Durwan_. If it had been, I would not have spoken to you about it. Heath has been visited towards morning by a man, and it was the sound of voices that awoke me. It is no business of mine to pry or to talk, and I would say nothing if it were not that I admire and respect Heath, and I believe that he is in some horrible difficulty, out of which he either will not, or cannot, extricate himself." "Who was the man?" Atkins ignored the question. "I admit that I listened, but I overheard almost nothing, except just the confused sounds of talking in low voices, but I heard Heath say, 'I will not endure it, I am bearing too much already.' I think he spoke more to himself than to the man in his room, but it was a ghastly thing to hear, as he said it." "Go on," said Hartley. "Tell me exactly what happened." "I heard the door on to the back veranda open, and I heard the sound of feet go along it--bare feet, mind you, Hartley--and then I went to sleep. That was a week ago." "And something of the same nature has occurred since?" Atkins dried his hands with his handkerchief. |
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