Down at the end of the passage, where it was dark, a door opened, the door of the surgery, and a man came out, went in as if to look for something, and came out again.
As he moved there in the darkness she thought it was the strange doctor and that he had come out to forbid her seeing Rowcliffe. He would say that she mustn't risk the infection. As if she cared about the risk.
Perhaps he wouldn't see her. He, too, might say she mustn't risk it.
While the surgery door opened and shut, opened and shut again, she saw that her seems him was of all things the most unlikely. She remembered the house at Upthorne, and she knew that Rowcliffe was lying dead in the room upstairs.
And the man there was coming out to stop her.
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Only—in that case—why hadn't they drawn the blinds down?
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She was still thinking of the blinds when she saw that the man who came towards her was Rowcliffe.
He was wearing his rough tweed suit and his thick boots, and he had the look of the open air about him.