In the silence Dr. Levillier and Julian gazed at him, and he seemed a
mystery to them both, a strange enigma of purity and of unearthliness.
"Good-bye, Cresswell," Levillier said at last.
"Good-bye, doctor."
"Good-bye, Valentine."
Julian held out his hand to grasp his friend's, but Valentine began
looping up the curtain and did not take it. In his gentlest voice he said
to Julian:
"Good-bye, dear Julian, good-bye. The dawn is on our friendship, Julian."
"Yes, Valentine."
Valentine added, after a moment of apparent reflection:
"Take Rip away with you just for to-night. I don't want to be bitten in
my sleep."
And when Julian went away, the little dog eagerly followed him, pressing
close to his heels, so close that several times Julian could not avoid
kicking him.
As soon as the flat door had closed on his two friends, Valentine walked
down the passage to the drawing-room, which was shrouded in darkness. He
entered it without turning on the light, and closed the door behind him.
He remained in the room for perhaps a quarter of an hour. At length the
door opened again. He emerged out of the blackness. There was a calm
smile on his face. Two of his fingers were stained with blood, and to one
a fragment of painted canvas adhered.
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