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At six o'clock Larose set out to walk to Dr. Merryweather's. The night was cloudy, but it was not raining, and at times there was a good moon.
"And I suppose it's all right my coming here," he remarked rather dubiously to himself, "although with these highly educated people one can never be exactly certain what they will do. If he's dying, as they say, and still nurses some grievance against me, it is quite on the cards that he may not be averse to a little company upon his journey. He was going for me that time with the spear, I am quite sure, and it was only the appearance of Wardle and Rainey that saved me, for I had no thought of any danger then. " He looked troubled. "Still, I shall be very careful here until I see how things are going to shape, and I'm half inclined to refuse to eat or drink. Yes, I was a fool to say I'd come for a meal. Still, I can easily makes out they misunderstood me over the 'phone, and say that I've dined already. " He nodded his head solemnly. "Yes, Gilbert, you'd better be very careful, my boy."