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after a strained moment of silence, he leaned across and said, very quietly, but watching the effect of each word upon the face of him he had sent for, "alan, in a locked room at the top of this house, a room to which nobody but myself has access, a dead man is seated at a table. he has been dead ten hours now. dont stir, and dont look at me like that. who the man is, why he died, how he died, are matters that do not concern you. what you have to do is this--"
"very bad indeed. in fact i consider you extremely dangerous, and if anything happens to our good duchess, we shall all look on you as being primarily responsible. but i should like to talk to you about life. the generation into which i was born was tedious. some day, when you are tired of london, come down to treadley and expound to me your philosophy of pleasure over some admirable burgundy i am fortunate enough to possess."