dthenhetraversedtheroomlikeahoundonthescent,skimmingthewalls,consideringthecornersofthebulgingmattingonhishandsandknees,rummagingmantelandtables,thecurtainsandhangings,thedrunkencabinetinthecorner,foravisiblesign,unabletoerceivethatshewastherebeside,around,against,within,abovehim,clingingtohim,wooinghim,callinghimsooignantlythroughthefinersensesthatevenhisgrosseronesbecamecognisantofthecall。Onceagainheansweredloudly,
"Yes,dear!
"andturned,wild-eyed,togazeonvacancy,forhecouldnotyetdiscernformandcolourandloveandoutstretchedarmsintheodourofmignonette。Oh,God!whencethatodour,andsincewhenhaveodourshadavoicetocall?Thushegroed。
Heburrowedincrevicesandcorners,andfoundcorksandcigarettes。Theseheassedinassivecontemt。Butoncehefoundinafoldofthemattingahalf-smokedcigar,andthishegroundbeneathhisheelwithagreenandtrenchantoath。Hesiftedtheroomfromendtoend。Hefounddrearyandignoblesmallrecordsofmanyaeriatetictenant;butofherwhomhesought,andwhomayhavelodgedthere,andwhosesiritseemedtohoverthere,hefoundnotrace。
Andthenhethoughtofthehousekeeer。
Heranfromthehauntedroomdownstairsandtoadoorthatshowedacrackoflight。Shecameouttohisknock。Hesmotheredhisexcitementasbesthecould。
"Willyoutellme,madam,
"hebesoughther,
"whooccuiedtheroomIhavebeforeIcame?
"
"Yes,sir。Icantellyouagain。TwasSrowlsandMooney,asIsaid。MissBrettaSrowlsitwasinthetheatres,butMissisMooneyshewas。Myhouseiswell-knownforresectability。Themarriagecertificatehung,framed,onanailover—
"
"WhatkindofaladywasMissSrowls—inlooks,Imean?
"
"Why,black-haired,sir,short,andstout,withacomicalface。TheyleftaweekagoTuesday。
"
"Andbeforetheyoccuiedit?
"
"Why,therewasasinglegentlemanconnectedwiththedrayingbusiness。Heleftowingmeaweek。BeforehimwasMissisCrowderandhertwochildren,thatstayedfourmonths;andbackofthemwasoldMr。Doyle,whosesonsaidforhim。Hekettheroomsixmonths。Thatgoesbackayear,sir,andfurtherIdonotremember。
"
Hethankedherandcretbacktohisroom。Theroomwasdead。Theessencethathadvivifieditwasgone。Theerfumeofmignonettehaddearted。Initslacewastheold,staleodourofmouldyhousefurniture,ofatmoshereinstorage。
Theebbingofhishoedrainedhisfaith。Hesatstaringattheyellow,singinggaslight。Soonhewalkedtothebedandbegantotearthesheetsintostris。Withthebladeofhisknifehedrovethemtightlyintoeverycrevicearoundwindowsanddoor。Whenallwassnugandtautheturnedoutthelight,turnedthegasfullonagainandlaidhimselfgratefullyuonthebed。
ItwasMrs。McCoolsnighttogowiththecanforbeer。SoshefetcheditandsatwithMrs。Purdyinoneofthosesubterraneanretreatswherehousekeeersforegatherandthewormdiethseldom。