第44章法官的房子（6）
"Imeanthis;thatpossibly—nay，moreprobably—weshallhearthegreatalarmbellfromtheJudge'sHousetonight，"aormadeaboutaseffeexitascouldbethoughtof。
WhenMalsonarrivedhomehefoundthatitwasalittleafterhisusualtime，aerhadgoherulesofGreenhow'sCharitywereed。Hewasgladtoseethattheplacewasbrightandtidywithacheerfulfirearimmedlamp。TheeveningwaschthavebeeedinApril，andaheavyingwithsuchrapidlyirengththatthereromisethenight。Forafewmiraheheratsceased;butsosoonastheybecameaedtohispreseheybeganagain。Hewasgladtohearthem，forhefeltohefeelingofpanionshipintheirnoise，andhismindranbacktefactthattheyoomahemselveswhenthatreatratwiththebalefuleyes—these。Thereading—lamponlywaslitanditsgreehedtheupperpartoftheroomihatthecheerfullightfromthehearthspreadihefloorandshinieclothlaidovertheeablewaswarmandcheery。Malsonsatdowntohisdihagoodappetiteandabuoyantspirit。Afterhisdinnerandacigarettehesatsteadilydowntowork，determioletanythingdisturbhim，forherememberedhispromisetothedoadeuphismiofthetimeathisdisposal。
Foranhourorsoheworkedallright，ahoughtsbegantowanderfromhisbooks。Theactual，thehisphysition，andhisnervoussusceptibilitywerenottobedehistimethewindhadbeeagale，andthegaleastorm。Theoldhouse，solidthoughitwas，seemedtoshaketoitsfoundations，aormroaredahroughitsmasqueeroldgables，produge，uhlysouyroomsandcorridors。Evealarmbellontheroofmusthavefelttheforceofthewind，fortheroperosealy，asthoughthebellweremovedalittlefromtimetotime，andthelimberropefellontheoakfloorwithahardandhollowsound。
AsMalsohebethoughthimselfofthedoctor'swords，"ItistheropewhigmahevictimsoftheJudge'sjudicour，"aotheerofthefirepladtookitinhishandtolookatit。Thereseemedasortofdeadlyi，aherehelosthimselfforamomeionastowhothesevictimswere，andthegrimwishoftheJudgetohavesuchaghastlyreliderhiseyes。Ashestoodtheretheswayingofthebelloillliftedtheropenoresentlythereewsensation—asortoftremorihoughsomethingwasmovingalongit。
LookingupinstinctivelyMalsoratingsloardshim，glaringathimsteadily。Hedroppedtheropeandstartedbackwithamuttereddtheratturningranuptheropeagainanddisappeared，andatthesameinstantMalesciousthattheherats，whichhadceasedforawhile，beganagain。
Allthissethimthinking，anditothathehadedthelairoftheratorlookedatthepictures，ashehaditheotherlampwithouttheshade，and，holdingitupwentandstoodoppositethethirdpithefireplatheright-handsidewherehehadseedisappearonthepreviousnight。
Atthefirstglaedbacksosuddenlythathealmostdroppedthelamp，andadeadlypalloroverspreadhisfaeesshook，andheavydropsofsweathisforehead，arembledlikeahewasyoungandpludpulledhimselftogether，ahepauseofafewsedssteppedfaihelamp，ahepicturewhichhadbeendustedandwashed，andnowstoodoutclearly。
Itwasofajudgedressedinhisrobesofsdermine。Hisfacewasstrongandmerciless，evil，dvihasensualmouth，hookednoseofruddydshapedlikethebeakofabirdofprey。Therestofthefacewasofacadaverouscolour。Theeyeswereofpeculiarbrilliahaterriblymalignantexpression。Ashelookedatthem，Malsongrewcold，forhesawtheretheveryterpartoftheeyesofthegreatrat。Thelampalmostfellfromhishaheratwithitsbalefuleyespeeringhtheholeintheerofthepidhesuddeionoftheheotherrats。However，hepulledhimselftogether，ahhisexaminatioure。
TheJudgewasseatedihigh-backedcarvedoaktheright-handsideofagreatstonefireplacewhere，intheer，aropehungdownfromtheg，itsendlyihefloor。Withafeelihinglikehorror，Malsheseoftheroomasitstood，andgazedaroundhimiruerasthoughheexpeestrangepresendhim。Theotheerofthefirepladwithaloudcryheletthelampfallfromhishand。
&heJudge'sarm-chair，withtheropehatheratwiththeJudge'sbalefuleyes，nowihafiendishleer。Saveforthehowliormwithouttherewassilence。