Overhead, the wash of the wind in the pine branches filled in the
pauses; the darkness settled down over the sea, and the stars came out
in thousands, and by the time I finished the moon had risen to flood the
scene with silver. Yet, by his face and eyes, I knew quite well that the
doctor was listening to something he had expected to hear, even if he
had not actually anticipated all the details.
"You did well to send for me," he said very low, with a significant
glance at me when I finished; "very well,"--and for one swift second his
eye took in Sangree,--"for what we have to deal with here is nothing
more than a werewolf--rare enough, I am glad to say, but often very sad,
and sometimes very terrible."
I jumped as though I had been shot, but the next second was heartily
ashamed of my want of control; for this brief remark, confirming as it
did my own worst suspicions, did more to convince me of the gravity of
the adventure than any number of questions or explanations. It seemed to
draw close the circle about us, shutting a door somewhere that locked us
in with the animal and the horror, and turning the key.
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