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that Trehearn had hidden it somewhere in the bushes, and that the gale blew it to the house against the door, and made it knock, as if it wanted to be
let in, you're not thinking the impossible, and I'm quite ready to agree with you.
Do you see that? You can swear that you've actually seen me seal it this time, in case anything of the kind should occur again. The wax fastens the
strings to the lid, which cannot possibly be lifted, even enough to get in one finger. You're quite satisfied, aren't you? Yes. Besides, I shall lock the
cupboard and keep the key in my pocket hereafter.
Now we can take the lantern and go upstairs. Do you know? I'm very much inclined to agree with your theory that the wind blew it against the
house. I'll go ahead, for I know the stairs; just hold the lantern near my feet as we go up. How the wind howls and whistles! Did you feel the sand
on the floor under your shoes as we crossed the hall?
Yes--this is the door of the best bedroom. Hold up the lantern, please. This side, by the head of the bed. I left the cupboard open when I got the box.
Isn't it queer how the faint odour of women's dresses will hang about an old closet for years? This is the shelf. You've seen me set the box there, and
now you see me turn the key and put it into my pocket. So that's done!
Goodnight. Are you sure you're quite comfortable? It's not much of a room, but I dare say you would as soon sleep here as upstairs tonight. If you
want anything, sing out; there's only a lath and plaster partition between us. There's not so much wind on this side by half. There's the Hollands on
the table, if you'll have one more nightcap. No? Well, do as you please. Goodnight again, and don't dream about that thing, if you can.

The following paragraph appeared in the Penraddon News, 23rd November 1906:
MYSTERIOUS DEATH OF A RETIRED SEA CAPTAIN
The village of Tredcombe is much disturbed by the strange death of Captain Charles Braddock, and all sorts of impossible stories are circulating
with regard to the circumstances, which certainly seem difficult of explanation. The retired captain, who had successfully commanded in his time
the largest and fastest liners belonging to one of the principal transatlantic steamship companies, was found dead in his bed on Tuesday morning in
his own cottage, a quarter of a mile from the village. An examination was made at once by the local practitioner, which revealed the horrible fact
that the deceased had been bitten in the throat by a human assailant, with such amazing force as to crush the windpipe and cause death. The marks
of the teeth of both jaws were so plainly visible on the skin that they could be counted, but the perpetrator of the deed had evidently lost the two
lower middle incisors. It is hoped that this peculiarity may help to identify the murderer, who can only be a dangerous escaped maniac. The
deceased, though over sixty-five years of age, is said to have been a hale man of considerable physical strength, and it is remarkable that no signs of
any struggle were visible in the room, nor could it be ascertained how the murderer had entered the house. Warning has been sent to all the insane
asylums in the United Kingdom, but as yet no information has been received regarding the escape of any dangerous patient.
The coroner's Jury returned the somewhat singular verdict that Captain Braddock came to his death "by the hands or teeth of some person
unknown". The local surg