zed eyes upon him.

    quot;Mr. Campbell, sir,quot; said the man.

    A sigo his cheeks.

    quot;Ask o come in at once, Francis.quot;  t he was himself again. his mood of cowardice had passed away.

    tired. In a fes, Alan Campbell ern and ratensified by his coal-black hair and dark eyebrows.

    quot;Alan! t;

    quot;I ended never to enter your  you said it ter of life and deat; ion. tempt in teady searc urned on Dorian.  s of rak, and seemed not to iced ture ed.

    quot;Yes: it is a matter of life and deato more t do;

    Campbell took a cable, and Dorian sat opposite to . In Dorians te pity.  w o do was dreadful.

    After a strained moment of silence, ly, but c of eac for, quot;Alan, in a locked room at top of to  a table. en  stir, and dont look at me like t. ters t do not concern you.  you o do is t;

    quot;Stop, Gray. I dont  to kno you old me is true or not true doesnt concern me. I entirely decline to be mixed up in your life. Keep your s to yourself. t interest me any more.quot;

    quot;Alan, to interest you. to interest you. I am a I cant o save me. I am forced to bring you into tter. I ion. Alan, you are scientific. You kno cry and t kind. You s.  you  to do is to destroy t is upstairs-- to destroy it so t not a vestige of it . Nobody sao t t moment o be in Paris.  be missed for mont be no trace of  c belongs to o a  I may scatter in t;

    quot;You are mad, Dorian.quot;

    quot;Aing for you to call me Dorian.quot;