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The Parasite
by
“Nothing,” I cried, thrusting it into my pocket.”But I must go. I have something important to do.”
“How stern you look, Austin! I have never seen your face like that. You are angry?”
“Yes, I am angry.”
“But not with me?”
“No, no, my darling! You would understand.”
“But you have not told me why you came.”
“I came to ask you whether you would always love me—no matter what I did, or what shadow might fall on my name. Would you believe in me and trust me however black appearances might be against me?”
“You know that I would, Austin.”
“Yes, I know that you would. What I do I shall do for you. I am driven to it. There is no other way out, my darling!” I kissed her and rushed from the room.
The time for indecision was at an end. As long as the creature threatened my own prospects and my honour there might be a question as to what I should do. But now, when Agatha—my innocent Agatha—was endangered, my duty lay before me like a turnpike road. I had no weapon, but I never paused for that. What weapon should I need, when I felt every muscle quivering with the strength of a frenzied man? I ran through the streets, so set upon what I had to do that I was only dimly conscious also that Professor Wilson met me, running with equal precipitance in the opposite direction. Breathless but resolute I reached the house and rang the bell. A white-cheeked maid opened the door, and turned whiter yet when she saw the face that looked in at her.
“Show me up at once to Miss Penelosa,” I demanded.
“Sir,” she gasped, “Miss Penelosa died this afternoon at half-past three!”