Historical Novels & Novellas of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Arthur Conan Doyle
door, which led into a small but comfortable bedroom.
‘I presume that this will satisfy your wants for to-night,’ said he.
I asked for nothing better than to throw myself down, damp clothes and all, upon that snowy coverlet; but for the instant my curiosity overcame my fatigue.
‘I am much indebted to you, sir,’ said I. ‘Perhaps you will add to your favours by letting me know where I am.’
‘You are in my house, and that must suffice you for to-night. In the morning we shall go further into the matter.’ He rang a small bell, and a gaunt shock-headed country man-servant came running at the call.
‘Your mistress has retired, I suppose?’
‘Yes, sir, a good two hours ago.’
‘Very good. I shall call you myself in the morning.’ He closed my door, and the echo of his steps seemed hardly to have died from my ears before I had sunk into that deep and dreamless sleep which only youth and fatigue can give.
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