He paused.

“It was an exclamation of surprise, of astonishment.  Then I heard the Master get up softly and go over to the fireplace. . .  Presently he returned.  He got a new cigar, Excellency, clipped it and lighted it.  I could hear the blade of the knife on the fiber of the tobacco, and of course, clearly the rasp of the match.  A moment later I knew that he was in the chair again.  The odor of ignited tobacco returned.  It was some time before there was another sound in the room; then suddenly I heard the Master swear.  His voice was sharp and astonished.  This time, Excellency, he got up swiftly and crossed the room to the fireplace. . .  I could hear him distinctly.  There was the sound of one tapping on metal, thumping it, as with the fingers.”

He stopped again, for a brief moment, as in reflection.

“It was then that the Master unlocked the door and asked for the liquor.”  He indicated the court record in my pocket.  “I brought it, a goblet of brandy, with some carbonated water.  He drank it all without putting down the glass . . . .  His face was strange, Excellency . . . .  Then he looked at me.

“`Put a log on the fire,’ he said.

“I went in and added wood to the fire and came out.

“The Master remained in the doorway; he reentered when I came out, and closed the door behind him . . . .  There was a long silence after that; them I heard the voice, permitted to the devocation thin, metallic, offering the barter to the Master.  It began and ceased because the Master was on his feet and before the fireplace.  I heard him swear again, and presently return to his place by the table.”

The big Oriental lifted his face and looked out at the sweep of country before the window.

“The thing went on, Excellency, the voice offering its lure, and presenting it in brief flashes of materialization, and the Master endeavoring to seize and detain the visitations, which ceased instantly at his approach to the hearth.”

The man paused.

“I knew the Master contended in vain against the thing; if he would acquire possession of what it offered, he must destroy what the creative forces of the spirit had released to him.”

Again he paused.

“Toward morning he went out of the house.  I could hear him walking on the gravel before the door.  He would walk the full length of the house and return.  The night was clear; there was a chill in it, and every sound was audible.

“That was all, Excellency.  The Master returned a little later and ascended to his bedroom as usual.”

Then he added: 

“It was when I went in to put wood on the fire that I saw the footprint on the hearth.”

There was a force, compelling and vivid, in these meager details, the severe suppression of things, big and tragic.  No elaboration could have equaled, in effect, the virtue of this restraint.