ready for you to sleep in."

"Very good, sir," said Dunn.

He wondered which attic was to be assigned to him and if it would
be that one in which he had found his friend's body. He suspected,
too, that he was to be lodged in the house so that Deede Dawson
might watch him, and this pleased him, since it meant that he, in
his turn, would be able to watch Deede Dawson.

Not that there appeared much to watch, for the days passed on and
it seemed a very harmless and quiet life that Deede Dawson lived
with his wife and stepdaughter.

But for the memory, burned into Dunn's mind, of what he had seen
that night of his arrival, he would have been inclined to say that
no more harmless, gentle soul existed than Deede Dawson.

But as it was, the man's very gentleness and smiling urbanity
filled him with a loathing that it was at times all he could do
to control.

The attic assigned to him to sleep in was that where he had made
his dreadful discovery, and he believed this had been done as a
further test of his ignorance, for he was sure Deede Dawson
watched him closely to see if the idea of being there was in any
way repugnant to him.

Indeed at another time he might have shrunk from the idea of
sleeping each night in the very room where his friend had been