I had offered to stay through the night, but he would not hear
of it.
That I more than once looked back at the red light as I ascended the
pathway, that I did not like the red light, and that I should have slept
but poorly if my bed had been under it, I see no reason to conceal. Nor
did I like the two sequences of the accident and the dead girl. I see no
reason to conceal that, either.
But what ran most in my thoughts was the consideration, how ought I
to act, having become the recipient of this disclosure? I had proved
the man to be intelligent, vigilant, painstaking, and exact; but how
long might he remain so, in his state of mind? Though in a subordinate
position, still he held a most important trust, and would I (for
instance) like to stake my own life on the chances of his continuing
to execute it with precision?
Unable to overcome a feeling that there would be something treacherous
in my communicating what he had told me to his superiors in the Company,
without first being plain with himself and proposing a middle course
to him, I ultimately resolved to offer to accompany him (otherwise
keeping his secret for the present) to the wisest medical practitioner
we could hear of in those parts, and to take his opinion.
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