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Dark was falling as on my return I came within sound of the mill race. I thought I could make out a little group of people leaning over the stone balustrade of the bridge as I approached. Such I found to be the case, and among them Dr. Crackenthorpe standing up gaunt in his long brown coat.
I was turning in at the yard, when this individual hailed me, and by doing so brought all the faces round in my direction. I walked up to him.