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s. That
namelessloathsome abortion was the nearest that Oliver Haddo had
come to the human form.
'Come away' said Arthur. 'We must not look at this.'
He quickly flung the covering over the jar.
'Yesfor God's sake let us go' said Susie.
'We haven't done yet' answered Arthur. 'We haven't found the author
of
all this.'
He looked at the room in which they werebut there was no door exce
pt
that by which they had entered. Then he uttered a startled cryand
stepping forward fell on his knee.
On the other side of the long tables heaped up with instrumentshid
den
so that at first they had not seen himOliver Haddo lay on the floo
r
dead. His blue eyes were staring wideand they seemed larger than t
hey
had ever been. They kept still the expression of terror which they h
ad
worn in the moment of his agonyand his heavy face was distorted wi
th
deadly fear. It was purple and darkand the eyes were injected with
blood.
'He died of suffocation' whispered Dr Porho??t.
Arthur pointed to the neck. There could be seen on it distinctly the
marks of the avenging fingers that had strangled the life out of him
. It
was impossible to hesitate.
'I told you that I had killed him' said Arthur.
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