terson, the housemaid broke into hysterical whimpering; and the cook,
crying out "Bless God! it's Mr. Utterson," ran forward as if to take him
in her arms.

"What, what? Are you all here?" said the lawyer peevishly. "Very
irregular, very unseemly; your master would be far from pleased."

"They're all afraid," said Poole.

Blank silence followed, no one protesting; only the maid lifted up her
voice and now wept loudly.

"Hold your tongue!" Poole said to her, with a ferocity of accent that
testified to his own jangled nerves; and indeed, when the girl had so
suddenly raised the note of her lamentation, they had all started and
turned towards the inner door with faces of dreadful expectation. "And
now," continued the butler, addressing the knife-boy, "reach me a
candle, and we'll get this through hands at once." And then he begged
Mr. Utterson to follow him, and led the way to the back-garden.

"Now, sir," said he, "you come as gently as you can. I want you to hear,
and I don't want you to be heard. And see here, sir, if by any chance he
was to ask you in, don't go."

Mr. Utterson's nerves, at this unlooked-for termination, gave a jerk
that nearly threw him from his balance; but he re-collected his courage
and followed the butler into the laboratory building and through the
surgical theatre, with its lumber of crates and bottles, to the foot of
the stair. Here Poole motioned him to stand on one side and listen;
while he himself, setting down the candle and making a great and obvious
call on his resolution, mounted the steps and knocked with a somewhat
uncertain hand on the red baize of the cabinet door.

"Mr. Utterson, sir, asking to see you," he called; and, even as he did
so, once more violently signed to the lawyer to give ear.

A voice answered from within: "Tell him I cannot see any one," it said
complainingly.

"Thank you, sir," said Poole, with a note of something like triumph in
his voice; and taking up his candle, he led Mr. Utterson back across the
yard and into the great kitchen, where the fire was out and the beetles
were leaping on the floor.

"Sir," he said, looking Mr. Utterson in the eyes, "was that my master's
voice?"

"It seems much changed," replied the lawyer, very pale, but giving look
for look.

"Changed? Well, yes, I think so," said the butler. "Have I been twenty
years in this man's house, to be deceived about his voice? No, sir;
master's made away with; he was made away with eight da