"The deeper one plunges into the mysteries of life the nearer he approaches it.

But, mark you, one man may venture further than another.

For years I have lived in fear of two things--madness and death.

Not on my account, but I had Rayel to think of." My uncle rose to his feet before he had ceased speaking and walked stealthily on his tiptoes to an open door, where he stood for a moment listening.

I could hear nothing but the sound of the wind whistling in the chimney.
"Wait here," he whispered presently, and then disappeared through the door, closing it after him.