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Barca appeared to take no heed. As to Ralph, he could only stand there looking at the carpet as if he expected to see those telltale stains break out once more and help make his crime known to all the world. He tried to think that it was all a dream, that he was the victim of some terrible hallucination. He had heard of such things before; they had happened to highly-strung individuals cursed with the artistic temperament. But the vision had been too real, for that.
Besides, there was the weapon upstairs in Ralph's room, the blade of which he had carefully cleaned before he came down to breakfast. He could see the very place where Holt stood when the blade entered his throat.