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He had odd, absent ways, and talked more to himself, I believe, than to all the rest of the world put together. She wont understand, he whispered, looking at me enquiringly. No, she wont. Will she? Then there was a pause, during which he brought forth from his breast pocket a small bunch of some half-dozen keys, on one of which he looked frowningly, every now and then balancing it a little before his eyes, between his finger and thumb, as he deliberated. I knew him too well, of course, to interpose a word. They are easily frighteneday, they are. Id better do it another way. And pausing, he looked in my face as he might upon a picture. They areyesI had better do it another wayanother way; yesand shell not suspectshell not suppose. Then he looked steadfastly upon the key, and from it to me, suddenly lifting it up, and said abruptly, See, child, and, after a second or two, Remember this key. It was oddly shaped, and unlike others. Yes, sir. I always called him sir. It opens that, and he tapped it sharply on the door of the cabinet. In the daytime it is always here, at which word he dropped it into his pocket again. You see?and at night under my pillowyou hear me? Yes, sir. You wont forget this cabinetoaknext the dooron your leftyou wont forget? | 
