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dher.ItwasnousetorecallDr.Trent’sletterandreputation.Thegreatestspecialistsmademistakessometimes.Dr.Trenthadmadeone.
TowardsmorningValancyfellintoafitfuldosewithridiculousdreams.OneofthemwasofBarneytauntingherwithhavingtrickedhim.Inherdreamshelosthertemperandstruckhimviolentlyontheheadwithherrolling-pin.Heprovedtobemadeofglassandshiveredintosplintersalloverthefloor.Shewokewithacryofhorror—agaspofrelief—ashortlaughovertheabsurdityofherdream—amiserablesickeningrecollectionofwhathadhappened.
Barneywasgone.Valancyknew,aspeoplesometimesknowthings—inescapably,withoutbeingtold—thathewasnotinthehouseorinBluebeard’sChambereither.Therewasacurioussilenceintheliving-room.Asilencewithsomethinguncannyaboutit.Theoldclockhadstopped.Barneymusthaveforgottentowinditup,somethinghehadneverdone
