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The darkness was thickening. Godfrey d'Etigues lit a lamp. Oscar de Bennetot went to the château to get some dinner. He must have made a hasty meal, for he was back in about a quarter of an hour. The two cousins settled down to the death vigil. Even in that dim light Ralph could see that their faces were sinister. He could see the nervous twitchings which the thought of the crime so near at hand provoked.
"You ought to have brought a bottle of rum," growled Oscar de Bennetot. "There are occasions on which one had better not perceive too clearly what one is doing."