Dorian shook his head. ‘Oh, Harry,’ he said slowly, ‘I feel that something terrible is going to happen to some of us – to me, perhaps.’ Lord Henry laughed at this idea. ‘What could happen to you, Dorian? You have everything in the world that a man can want. Forget about this accident. It was just an accident – not murder.’ Then he added with a smile, ‘But it would be very interesting to meet a person who had murdered somebody.’ ‘What a terrible thing to say!’ cried Lady Monmouth. ‘Don’t you agree, Mr Gray? Mr Gray! Are you ill again? Your face is so white!’ Dorian smiled and tried to speak calmly. ‘It’s nothing,’ he said quietly. ‘But please excuse me. I think I must go and lie down.’ Upstairs in his room Dorian’s body shook with fear like a leaf in the wind. He felt that he could not stay another night in the house. Death walked there in the sunlight. He decided to return immediately to London and to visit his doctor. His servant came to pack his clothes, and while he was doing this, he told Dorian that the dead man was a sailor, but no one knew his name. ‘A sailor!’ cried Dorian. He jumped to his feet. A wild hope filled him. ‘I must see the body at once.’ He hurried to the house where the body lay, and when he uncovered the face of the dead man, he saw that it was James Vane. He cried with happiness and knew that now he was safe.
