Mauritius

destroyed.But his body couldn't figure it out, chance made it meet the most ideal partner, no matter how hard it tried to persuade or threaten, it refused to remain silent.In the morning, exhausted and ashamed, Morris called Mr. Lasker Jones and made another follow-up appointment.Before he left, he received a letter.It was handed to him at breakfast, and he read it under his mother's nose.The full text is as follows:

Mr. Morris, my dear sir.I spent both nights waiting in the boathouse.I say boathouse because the ladder has been removed and the forest is too wet to lie down.So please come to the "Boathouse" tomorrow or the next evening.You pretend to the other gentlemen that you're going for a walk, that's a good arrangement, and then you come to the boathouse.My dear lord, if I don't ask too much, let me share it with you before I leave old England.I have the key and will let you in.I set sail on the 29th of August in the steamer Daumania.I've wanted to put an arm around you and talk to you since cricket.Put two more arms around you and share with you.It seems to me now that it is indescribably pleasant.I am fully aware that I am only a servant, and I will never take advantage of your hospitality, be rough with you, or otherwise.

Sincerely, A. Scudder

(Squire C. Drumm's Gamekeeper) Maurice, did you go away sick, as the servants said?I hope you're back to normal by now.If you can't come, don't forget to write and let me know.Because of waiting night after night, I couldn't sleep.So be sure to come to "Penger's Boathouse" tomorrow night.If not, come the night after tomorrow.

Ah, what does this mean?Maurice caught on to the phrase "I have the key" and ignored all the other words.Yes, he has the key.However, there must be ones for buildings, so it must be equipped with another one.He must have an accomplice, perhaps Simcox—he reads the text in this light.His mother and aunt, the coffee he was drinking, and the college trophies on the sideboard all said to him, "Once you go, you ruin your career. If you go back If you read the letter, it will be used to put pressure on you. You are in trouble, but he doesn't have a scrap of paper you wrote. Besides, he will leave England in ten days. Lurk, hug Optimistic hope." He frowned.The Butcher's Son and his mates put on an air of innocence and friendship, but they get through it.

"Good morning, doctor. Can you cure me very quickly this time?" Morris said in a very frivolous tone, then sat down on the chair, half closed his eyes and urged: "Hey, do it Ah." He wanted to cure his disease, anxious like an ant on a hot pan.Knowing he was coming for treatment helped him fight the vampire without getting discouraged.Once the body and mind are healthy, he can finish with the other party.He desperately wanted to slip into a coma, where his personality would melt and subtly improve.At least it can make him lose his memory for 5 minutes.At this time, the doctor's will is trying to penetrate into his will.

"In a moment, Mr. Hall. Let me know how you have been doing lately?"

"Ah, as usual. Fresh air and exercise, as you told me, all went well."

"Have you been in the company of women in a pleasant mood?"

"Penger has some women, and I was only there for one night. I went back to London, that is to say, on Friday, the day after your consultation with me."

． ．I thought you were planning to stay longer with your friends. "

"That's what I intended."

Then Lasker Jones sat down beside Maurice's chair. "Now's it," he said quietly.

"Ok."

He hypnotized over and over again.Maurice looked at the stove as before.

"Mr. Hall, are you about to fall into a coma?"

Maurice was silent for a long time, then broke the silence and said seriously: "I'm not sure."

They try again.

"Is it darker in the room, Mr. Hall?"

Maurice wished the room would be darker, so he said, "A little bit." It was darker.

"What did you see?"

"Hey, since it's dark, you can't expect me to see anything."

"What did you see last time?"

"A picture."

"Exactly. What else?"

"What else?"

"What else? A crack—a crack—"

"There's a crack in the floor."

"and then?"

Maurice changed his posture and said, "I stepped over."

"and then?"

He fell silent.

"And then?" the persuasive voice repeated.

"I heard you," said Maurice, "and it bothered me that I didn't go into a trance. I was a little dazed at first, but now I'm as lucid as you. You can try again." .”

They tried again, but without success.

"What the hell happened? You hypnotized me last week, and it was a hit. Can you explain why?"

"You shouldn't fight me."

"Damn it, I didn't fight."

"You're not as impressionable as you were last time."

"I don't know what that means, because I'm no expert on the jargon. Yet I swear with all my heart, I want to be healthy again. I wish I could be like other men, and not be such a despised rascal—"

They try again.

"So, I belong to your 20.00% five failure cases?"

"I was more or less able to help you last week. However, we do have sudden setbacks like this."

"Sudden setback, me? Hey, don't be discouraged, don't give up." He bluffed and smiled wildly.

"I'm not going to give up, Mr. Hall."

They failed again.

"What's going to happen to me?" said Maurice suddenly, in a low voice.He said it pessimistically, but Lasker Jones had an answer to every question. "To tell you the truth, I can only advise you to adopt the Napoleonic Code. The first title of the Code is the Law of Persons, which includes the protection of personality.) to live in the country,” he said.

"I don't know."

"Let's say France or Italy. Homosexuality is no longer illegal there."

"You mean to say that a Frenchman won't be put in jail even if he shares it with a friend?"

"Sharing? Do you mean having sex? If both parties are adults and don't engage in indecent acts in public, of course they won't go to jail."

"Will this law be implemented in the UK sooner or later?"

"I'm afraid it won't work. Britain has always been reluctant to recognize humanity."

Morris got it.He was an Englishman himself, and it was only because of the disaster that he came to his senses.With a sad smile on his face, "Well, here's the thing: there have always been people like me, and there will always be people like me. Usually they will be persecuted."

"That's right, Mr. Hall. In psychiatric terms, there have always been and there will be all kinds of people. You must remember that in England people of your type have been Sentenced to death."

"Really? On the other hand, they can run away. England was not full of houses and policemen. People like me can run away to the green woods."

"Really? I never knew there was such a thing."

"Oh, it's just a whim that came to me," said Maurice, leaving Fabian to treat him. "It occurred to me that the Greeks might have a side that we don't know about--and the Holy Spirits--and others. Well, that's not out of the question. Otherwise, it's hard to see how they could have gotten together — especially when they come from all classes.”

"Interesting statement."

At this time, his words blurted out again: "I am not frank with you."

"Oh, Mr. Hall."

What a consolation this man had been to him!Science is better than compassion, as long as it's science.

"Since my last visit to you, I've had an affair with a man—who was only a game-keeper. I don't know what to do."

"I can't advise you on that point."

"I know you can't. But you can tell me if it's his influence on me that keeps me from going into hypnosis. I think maybe so."

"No one can be influenced against his will, Mr. Hall."

"I believe it was he who prevented me from falling into a trance, and I hope—that wish seems absurd—if I hadn't carried a letter from him in my pocket—read it, I told you anyway. So much. I almost feel as if I'm walking on a volcano. He's an uneducated man, but he's got me under control. Will the courts rule in his favour?"

"I'm not a lawyer," came a steady voice, "but I don't think this letter can be interpreted as containing such a threat. You should discuss this with your lawyer, not with me. "

"I am sorry